can’t help it: as a pupil this facade of your school just serves one duty: make you feel small, confronted with such uniform power. of course didactics inside this building have changed now, and every year dozens of girls successfully finish their education, but the outside still breathes the spirit of past centuries where the church was a power factor, supportive sometimes, oppressive not infrequently.
well seen and I love listening to your words..
Love the lines in this. It looks like pretty plain architecture.
But makes for a great motiv, photographically speaking! Love the clear, austere lines. Your positioning of the entrance into the of the horizontal emphasise the feelings that you describe. And that poor little tree, so irrgeular and unkempt (but still gorgeous!) pushed to the side… Feels a bit like Charles Dickens.