(see the archive for an overview)
Among the daily business going on it is easy to forget that there is a tangible world out there.
All throughout the day, our minds are busy solving virtual problems, finishing up a report, writing that email or even just following that desire to distract itself. And at the end of the day, I often wonder: what did I accomplish?
Sometimes a walk is all I need to connect to life a little bit again. Maybe a dragonfly is zipping across the surface of the lake, or you can see a golden fish hiding in the reed.
Would you take my hand and walk with me?
They were sitting down each morning beneath the trees, enjoying the warming sun and waiting for someone to come by and talk, so they could listen to their silence.
... all in one place. How convinient!
Facade of Bern central station.
The river Aare flows around Bern on three sides. This morning view was taken from the Lorraine bridge. The bridge had signs on each end that offered help in the form of a phone hotline for people in despair ... Let there be hope!
Climate strike 2021.
in a different perspective
I see the same things
in another way
take a step
in another way
I see the same things
in a different perspective
Watching the sky and looking out for magical beings hidden in the clouds. The joy when you discover them. Quickly! Let's follow the angel, jump on the dragon and swim with the turtle! Maybe they can take us back to Neverland.
Bundesplatz/Bern. 12 hours before about 5000 people fill the square shouting for freedom.
I still remember
when we met.
Walking up this mountain.
We saw each other
through the trees,
thankful for the road
that brought us here.
Now we continue
on our paths together,
step by careful step.
We are carried by our dreams
to a summit out of sight.
Knowing our paths
will bring us closer.
People gathering on the Bundesplatz in the center of Bern, demonstrating against the "tyrrany" of the new Covid laws passed by the Bundesrat.
I soon leave the place as I do not feel comfortable among the unmasked crowd shouting for "Liberté".
Warmth of the ending summer
I cannot wait
Interior of a shopping mall in Puerto Banús/Spain, 2015.
It already felt like a place from a post apocalyptic movie back then. Some piano music played from scratchy speakers. The wind whistled through the roof's fabric.
I imagine people in a thousand years finding remnants of this place. What will the archeologists of the year 3021 make of this? Will they still understand the concept of "shopping"? For fun? Buying food? I picture them walking around, scanning and cataloging all the little details. Wondering what purpose all the things served.
Whatever life will be then - I hope they still enjoy a pizza & coffee once in a while.
"I'm sorry, Dave. I'm afraid I can't do that."
-- H.A.L. (2001: A Space Odyssey)
Horse & Dolphin Yard, Chinatown, London, 2016
Thanks for sitting still long enough and allowing me to take this shot.
Dance and jump.
Fly high into the sky.
Another round begins!
A colorful start into the weekend.
Fisher selling fish from his boat in the harbor of Portoferaio.
We possess the power
If this should start to fall apart
To mend divides
To change the world
To reach the farthest star
(The Farthes Star, VNV Nation)
Taken on the last night on Elba at the beginning of this summer., this picture marks a milestone for me. After almost 20 years of photography, this is the first picture of a night sky with recognizable stars!
The seven stars of the asterism (didn't know that there is a difference to constellations) of the Big Dipper can be seen to the right of the middle of the picture.
I can still smell the warm sunset in your hair.
That silence that we longed for, I see it sparkling in your eyes.
A touch of your hand is like the sound of those waves caressing the stones on the shore.
And then you kiss me.
I can only guess what purpose this place served in the past. Maybe it has been a pigsty?
All in all, this felt a little creepy. The house this ruin is attached to seemed to have been somewhat hastily abandoned maybe one or two years ago. There were bags full of dusty children's books under a small alcove and the sad and soggy remnants of a stuffed toy cat in what must have been a dog hut nearby.
I quickly left the ruin after I had taken this shot. What happened to the people who once enjoyed the cool shade while they were sitting in those chairs - we'll probably never know.
behind the clouds
the sun and
and all I see is all
more I need
Most people when seeing this picture, probably have the same thought in their head, as I did. And even given the information that this was taken on Elba, in June 2021, we still cannot get the thought out of our head.
It's funny how our mind always tries to create a story from the things it sees. And even if you know that this is just another cloud, it is impossible to unthink "nuclear explosion" or "mushroom cloud".
So much fro being in control of our own thoughts ...
(Currently reading "Thinking Fast & Thinking Slow", which gives a lot of great insights into how our mind seems to work)
Nature will take it all back one day. Maybe quicker than we would like to think.
My foot sinks into the layer of little stones, making hundreds of tiny dents in my skin. My feet are pretty sensitive, but the pressure is distributed enough so that even the few sharper ones only hurt a little and do not cut. But most of them have been smoothened anyway.
I am aware of the sound they make while shifting positions and grinding against each other. And then the crunching sound slows down as if time were standing still.
The waves of the Mediterranean continuing to roll onto the shore in slow motion. It is hot today, and I feel a small drop of sweat finding its way across my brow.
And then time begins to fly again. Another moment begins.
Beware of explosions due to mining between 10 and 16.
Beware of crazy people with guns shooting at signs at all times.
Being by myself, but not feeling lonely.
Looking back on the path on my way up to Cima del Monte on the island of Elba.
I felt a little like a secret agent taking pictures from behind the "no trespassing" fence that surrrounds the quarry. Surely they are implementing the evil mastermind's plan for world dominance here ...
View across the bay of Innamorata beach, the boats anchoring near the small Gemini Islands and just a shadow on the horizon: the Island of Monte Cristo.
The island of course is namesake for the famous novel by Alexandre Dumas, in which Edmond Dantés becomes the Count of Monte Cristo due to a treasure he find's on the island..
Inammorata - litarally "The girl in Love" - is named after a young woman, who, so the legend of Inammorata tells, tried to save her betrothed from Barbarossa pirates, and sadly drowned in the attempt near the beach.
I was strolling through the little comune of Capoliveri at the end of lockdown. The main tourist season had not yet begun. When I came accross this lovely place.
I guess that not having any one of the inviting outdoor seating places here occupied probably is a rare sight.
A motorboat:8 meters long.
Elba's highest Mountain - Monte Capanne - 1019 meters high - about 17 kilometers away.
The island of Corse on the horizon - about 72 kilometers away.
Immeasurably thankful to have been there.
This is the comune of Capoliveri. Situated on top of a small hill with beautiful views to the mountains in the north and to Porto Azzurro. Narrow streets, small alleys and stairs, children playing soccer on the plaza, women hanging the clothes on lines in front of windows. Almost clichée - but still wonderfully charming.
Warm glowing hills
Mews dance across the sea
LIfe with you.
Wave after wave
crashing on the shore
the little drops
grinding the rock
to uncover ourself
every little stone
unlike the one before.
The past was like a handful of sand you thought you were squeezing tightly, but which had already run out through the cracks between your fingers. Memory was a river that had run dry long ago, leaving only scattered gravel in a lifeless riverbed.
-- Liu Cixin in "Dark Forest"
Finished reading this amazing book today. Literally couldn't put it down the whole evening.
The ruin in the picture is part of the old mining facilities on the island of Elba near Innamorata beach.
The place, once full of hard labor and activity, is now crumbling and nature find's its way again through crack and stone.
Feels like being on an alien plant. The plant derives its name from its nature of flowering only once at the end of its long life. Fascinating 🖖
A stormy sea.
They talk and wait again.
A ship arrives.
The ferry arrives in the little harbour of Rio Marina, Elba.
"The wind was on the withered heath,
But in the forest stirred no leaf:
There shadows lay be night or day,
And dark things silent crept beneath."
― From the Lyrics for "Misty Mountains" (from The Hobbit) by Peter Hollens
Listend to a wonderful live version of this song by The Danish National Symphony Orchestra. Looking forward to see real concerts again. Soon.
The picture was taken from the car somewhere near Innsbruck/Austria on the way to Italy - End of May 2021.
“You are a function of what the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is a function of what the whole ocean is doing.”
― Alan Watts
Empty street in the heart of Manacor a town on the island of Mallorca. Shot during a short vacation with my big girl in May 2018.
Sunday is meant to be the day to rest, Instead the day was full of things. Things I wanted to do - or needed to? Time was flying. And everything felt a little rushed. Even the little walk through the forest with my Mom.
Only now, looking back at this picture I remember , standing underneath those trees. Silence around. And I wanted to stay there. Only for a little while. Not doing anything,
Then the moment was gone and I pressed the shutter. Moving on.
The trees probably didn't notice.
Seeing the slight curve of the horizon - illusion or not - on the way down from the Zwiesel mountain top on this first warm weekend in May. Getting a little grasp again of the size of this world. Not only is it refreshing, the sight is also giving space to my thoughts.
And then I notice again that none of these tiny little sparks in my mind really matter. Except ... maybe ... seeing the two tiny butterflies that dance across the sky above us, oblivious to it all, until they vanish into the sun and
... your hand in mine.
A warm weekend. Finally. Getting away from the city and enjoying sights, smells and sounds of life shedding the last remnants of winter. Only a few patches of snow still lingering in the shadows. But they will be gone soon.
Dive in to enjoy a brand new series of colorful abstract photographs.
The lights of several fire fighting and rescue vehicles illuminated the street, while a light drizzle allowed for great reflections on the street on my way home last night.
And even though I was curious about what was going on, I also don't like watching these scenes. So after I got a few shots of the lights I went on my way. Just saw the fire fighters come back out of the building - probably just a false alarm.
A picture on the boundary between the representational and abstract.
And in the original dark the roots cannot keep, cannot know
Any communion whatever, but they bind themselves on to the dark,
And drawing the darkness together, crush from it a twilight, a slow
Dim self that rises slowly to leaves and the flower’s gay spark.
(from "Discipline" by D. H. Lawrence)
It feels strange to me now to look at this night scene taken in 2018 and remember how life was back then. People sitting in cafés and bars, groups walking along the street looking at the restaurant's menue, the cinema's movie posters or maybe having just arrived at the train station, finding their way to the hotel.
The interior of St. Josef church in Holzkirchen.
Today water came up in three different occasions during my day: the meditation teacher mentioned that "you are like an ocean". In the Three-Body-Problem which I am currently reading, Liu Cixin writes, that “A woman should be like water, able to flow over and around anything.” and then a colleague mentioned that he drinks five liters of water every day.
So this picture of the river Isar flowing into Bad Tölz is a good match for the day and my mood. Taken last year during my summer vacation bike tour.
Like a flower leaning toward the sun. These forgetmenots have found their way into my heart and our garden.
A capture of nearby Westpark from July about two years ago. I am really looking forward to warmer days. Soon.
Ships sailing in the sky trying to escape the storm. Dragons dancing among the clouds. I close my eyes and enter into this world of wonder.
"Come and fly away with us
Let the wind carry you far from this place
Come and fly as high as you can
Let's chase the heavens in dance"
-- translated from lyrics of Feenkleid by FAUN, a wonderfully uplifting song that carried me through this day.
I belief that there is a way. Even if sometimes it may be hard to see where we are going. Let's just walk this road - one step at a time.
And then suddenly the crowd parted and I was able to get a glimpse into a world full of dreams, silent wispers and magic trees.
I came out of the still snowy woods on a little walk with my Mother when I saw the fields of snow glowing up in the Blue Mountains and the little trees lining up on the ridgeline.
The sky at the evening of my birthday. What a spectacular view! Wonderful light and clouds to celebrate my start into a new year.
I am glad that I was able to spend the day with loved ones. But I guess I am not the only one who's looking forward to celebrate their birthday next year with a big crashing party!
Today unexpectated calls from old friends were a gentle reminder that time is flowing quickly. Just a blink and years have past. Even more reason to seize the day!
Friday afternoon. The last video call is over. The sun is shining and it is finally warm enough to jump on the bike and do a quick tour. Not following any concrete path. Just going with the flow.
Much anticipated spring is coming. Enjoying a few moments outside. Cherry blossoms reminding me of the beauty of life.
Flying stone on the first warm days of the year.
All pictures in the order I shot them (newest first).