street and travel photography
Cowled in their blankets against the cold and their breath smoking, shuffling through the black and silky drifts. They were crossing the broad coastal plain where the secular winds drove them in howling clouds of ash to find shelter where they could. (Cormac McCarthy, The Road). Depressing. The first word which came to my mind […]
In wenigen Tage wird in den Niederlanden ein neues Parlament gewählt. So wie es scheint wird die Frage der Immigration eine Schlüsselrolle beim Ausgang spielen. Das alleine scheint mir deprimierend genug. Vielleicht also reflektiert diese SchwarzWeiß-Strecke meine Gefühle bezüglich einer politischen Entwicklung, die nicht auf die Niederlande beschränkt ist. Im Stedelijk Museum gab es übrigens […]
Mein letzter Besuch in Amsterdam war in den späten 80er Jahren. My beloved studierte damals Tanz an der Theaterschool Amsterdam. In der Zeit hatte die Stadt einen ziemlich wilden, rauen, schmutzigen Ruf, wenn auch auf die irgendwie charmante Weise. Alle Spielarten eines individuellen Lebensstils in einer der schönsten Altstädte Europas. Ich erinnere Myriaden von Tauben, die die Fritten […]
Wir fahren fast jedes Jahr nach Holland an die Küste. Entweder im November oder rund um die Karnevalszeit. Meist bläst uns der kalte Wind ins Gesicht, dass die Ohren schmerzen. Dieses Mal war das Wetter ganz anders. Der erste Tag war fast windstill, feucht und schwer hing ein fahler Nebel über dem Meer. Am zweiten […]
It’s been a long time, since I’ve been in the zoo. I went there lately when I had a day rest. The feeling in advance of the visit was quite similar to the feeling I get when I see a circus tent from a distance: a shady melancholy arises, as I am thinking about […]
Our perception of dance is largely influenced by the idea of perfection. Perfect bodies execute difficult movements in a hopefully perfect manner. Isn’t that what dancers are used to train for most of their lives? To stay in shape, give us an idea, what could be achieved if we would train as hard as dancers […]
I don’t know, why I can’t see New York in normal colors. Technicolor seems much more appropriate for me. Of course cultural heritage plays an important role in the way you see places or faces. For me, New York is Technicolor, it’s the movies, the musicals which were made in the 50’s or 60’s of […]
Steel Ropes. People seem to be dragged by steel ropes, they are so focused and heading directly towards a certain goal, which has to be worth all the efforts. No way to just stroll around, at least not in Midtown Manhattan. If you insist on your rights a a tourist, then be prepared to press […]
Strange Days. A feeling of numbness in the brain, as if one had stood too long on the skull. And as if the head had gone to sleep like a jammed leg. The day after the election. Three days after the autumn funfair in Cologne Deutz. The sky couldn’t decide wether to turn into a […]
I’m not visiting the cemetery every weekend, I am really not. Actually I wanted to go to the forest. But the weather just wasn’t stable enough to risk the long drive. So it had to be the cemetery, just a 15 minutes distance with my bicycle. It was rather cold, the first weekend of autumn. […]
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