Sunday, 24 April 2011
This morning, on my way to work at the Hamburg Art Museum, I spotted this sleeping swan, drifting silently along, with his long neck resting in between his wings. After taking his photograph, I just thought I heard him murmur from deep within his plumage: 'go back home, go back to sleep, be calm and still like me.' I did not listen to the words of the swan and continued on my way. Yet I dare say he was a wise swan.