Every Saturday. Rain or no rain — a bicycle, six kilometres, and the flea market on the banks of the Elbe.
It rained all night. By seven the sky is still making up its mind.

The pavement kept every leaf
the night shook loose.
Through the Great Garden — the long way, obviously.

Hauptallee, kurz nach sieben The park swallows the city whole. For a kilometre and a half there is only gravel under the tyres and a gold ceiling coming down one leaf at a time.
PalaisteichKeep pedalling —
the fountain never stops either.
Palais im Grossen Garten Holding its breath since 1683. On a morning like this it has the whole sky to itself.


Out of the park, into the open city.
Schlossplatz voraus Red. The light takes its time, and the city — freshly washed — doesn't mind at all.
Der Weg der roten Fahne The Kulturpalast, mid-restoration. A blue crane leans in to read the old mural line by line.

Johannstadt Prefab concrete, gold-plated by October. Even the Plattenbau dresses up for autumn.
Down to the Elbe, where the path runs flat and fast.
Der Canalettoblick The famous view, in exactly the weather Canaletto would have kept for himself.

Joggers, dog-walkers, one ferris wheel —
the whole river is awake now.
TerrassenuferBell twice for the joggers.

Der Fluss erinnert sich.
The river remembers.
Cobbles, handcarts, and two hand-painted signs that keep a weekly promise.


Feierabend, vorerst The bike clocks off on the riverbank. From here, everything is on foot.
Half the city's attics, emptied onto the riverbank between the bridges.
Käthe-Kollwitz-Ufer, von oben Seen from the bridge: a kilometre of trestle tables, tarpaulins and folding chairs, assembled before breakfast.

Everyone here is looking for something
they didn't know they'd lost.

Crates of shellac and vinyl, sorted by absolutely nobody. That is the entire point.

Beatles picture discs under cellophane — Abbey Road, Sgt. Pepper. A hand hovers, does the maths.

DDR posters by the crate: »Das Beste zum Alltag machen.« Yesterday's future, jedes Teil ein Euro.

A man, a Marilyn, and a sales pitch that needs no words at all.
By noon, the rain finally makes up its mind.
It can rain now.
The panniers are full.
Elbeflohmarkt an der Albertbrücke · Dresden
Ein nasser Samstagmorgen im Oktober, circa 2016
21 Photographien · Fujifilm X100