Silent Hour November in the park – transition from night to day. It's cold, wet and gloomy. Silence. Places of nature, which are located at the heart of the city, offer us retreat, rest and relaxation. We escape from everyday life by a walk through the park or enjoy ourselves there with friends and family. These usually bustling enclaves of nature steadily accumulate with events and memories, but at the transition from night to day - the blue hour - they experience a transformation. The noise disappears, the lights get dull. Especially in the fall these places pervades a spell, which is hardly to put into words. The fog is slowly thinning out over the stone silhouettes of the statues and releases the environment in the distance again. The first active day creatures awaken and become attracted by me – the silent observer. The long exposures transform resting on the water swans in diffuse luminous beings that seem to stand between two worlds. Robert Bresson once said: "Make visible what, without you, might perhaps never have been seen." The magic of this silent hour fascinates me. I want to make it visible, retain and capture it forever in photography. Those already established and still developing works offer the viewer, his feelings, thoughts, memories and associations, space to unfold. In the context of the current project it continues to investigations of relationships between image, space, time and memory, as well as a sensitive exploration of the latently blurred line between reality and dream.