street and travel photography
I am biased: we have a small house (more a hut than a house) in Samothraki. So this anti-thesis of an cycladic island in the northern aegean always will have a special place in my heart. This year, we nearly got killed in a rockfall. Sometimes one has to work out love – or at […]
Now, when the autumn storms across the country, is the right moment to remember last summer. Three islands in the Aegean. The first one: Kea. The incarnation of a cycladic island. A village which runs majestically the full length of a hill. The glistening of the sea in the afternoon sun. A widow in black, […]
Xanthi, located in the north-eastern part of Greece called Thrace, not far away from the greek-turkish border, isn’t exactly what’s called a megalopolis. What makes it quite special is the comparatively high share of students – and a strong muslim minority, some with turkish roots. Others are pomaks, slavic or thracian muslims living in Serbia, […]
The first night we arrived in Athens and took place outside a taverna. A young man approached our table. He didn’t want money, he just wanted some bread. Ten minutes later, we heard some explosions, and then people were running towards our taverna. The police was hunting some anarchists, who had destroyed shop windows in […]
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 […]
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 […]
We own a very small house on the island of Samothraki, in Chora, since the 80’s. My mother wanted to buy a rotten building, as big as a donkey’s stall. She purchased the building for little money. Since then, we’ve travelled a lot of times to this island, which appears to me somehow dark, northern, […]
A boat trip on the smooth and dark sea. The small, busy town left behind, I soon see nothing else than the light blue of the sky and the dark blue of the sea. Sensing the bass of the heavy diesel engine. White seagulls painted in the sky. I’m getting tired as soon as I’m […]
Waiting has a quality on it’s own. The heaviness of a forced break. The dull breath of imposed idleness. Some dramas originated from that, empires vanished. In the best sense waiting is: the abandonment of the own system and the observation of the surroundings, which otherwise is overlooked quite often. Maybe waiting is a necessary […]
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