I don’t know if you have read Michael Ende’s Neverending Story (Die unendliche Geschichte). One of the characters in the book is a so called racing snail. Which is basically a really really fast huge snail.
I’ve always thought, these snails are just fiction, something Michael made up as it is good fun to imagine a snail that’s faster than a racing horse. Well, until I met one of it’s smaller siblings yesterday on my way to work.
It was a beauty, lit by morning light. I lifted my camera, had the autofocus to lock on the eyes and just when I pressed the shutter it – moved. So now you know why the eyes are out of focus.
Or I’m just too stupid to operate autofocus correctly, you decide
Oh, and if you have not read the book, I really highly recommend it!
Well, it is now two weeks, since I took the pictures off the wall. As described in an earlier post, it was a very interesting experience. I really recommend you print out the photos you’re proud of, even if you don’t display them publicly, it will look good at your walls and it will get the attention of the girl or boy you want to impress. It works definitely better than your collection of baseball trading cards, trust me
Now, as most of you live too far away to see the shots in real life, here they are. Smaller, and on a computer screen, but never the less – the result of work I’m most proud of since – a very long time.
A few weeks ago, a young man died in an accident by the lake. I walk by this spot every day, where his friends were laying down flowers and personal things on a little float. I didn’t know him nor do I know his friends, but every day I was touched by these litte signs of friendship, moving with the little lake’s little waves while the little buddha statue seems go guard the strange tranquility of the place.
Not much more left to be said.
Some say that there is a strong connection between a dog and it’s owner, a connection that even extends to the looks and character. Remember Winston Churchill and his bulldog? Well you know, this really holds true! A while back I was sitting in a coffee shop, watching this lady and her dog. To have the dog stay on the cold hard stone floor was of course out of question, after all it probably was part of her family. And so it, or should we rather say she, got her own seat, showing off as her owner was chatting with her friend.
She had a very self confident “I know I am pretty” attitude, her hair looking as if she just paid visit to her hair dresser and the nails trimmed to a very nice shape and polished to perfection. Not to mention her outfit, which suited her just perfectly, the cleavage leading the eye to her perfect neck. Oh yes, she knew she was looking good, adding value to the shop with her mere presence and she loved every bit of attention she got.
I’m of course talking of the dog, but you knew that, didn’t you
Imagine a beautiful day in the city, warm evening light, lovers walking along the streets, holding hands or sharing an embrace. Life is just good. From a distance, you hear a guitar, the sound catching your attention and you decide to find the player. Up a stair your way goes, passing a narrow alley until you reach the little place overlooking the city.
And there he is, sitting next to his love, singing for her, for her alone and each note, each word makes her heart flutter. It doesn’t really matter, what he is singing, the fact he is singing for her and for her only is all that matters to her. And you smile.
So here we are. It is the Easter weekend. Spring is in the air and Winter is over, right?
Well not quite. The whole week we had snow showers and even yesterday night, we had some pretty heavy snowfall. But then maybe, this is how weather at Easter should be like? Remember the tradition to paint easter eggs in bright colors before hiding them in the garden? Well, maybe our ancestors did that, so they could find the eggs more easily after hiding them in the snow?
Anyway, I’m waiting for Spring here. Desperately. Maybe posting a spring photo will help? It’s worth a try, dont you think?
Remember the times when the most important meeting in the day was to meet with your buddies and figure out, how to spend the evening? Would it be driving up and down Main Street with the car, trying to impress the girls? Or a motorbike tour with some cold beers at the end? Or was it Saturday night, and it was clear everybody would be at the local disco?
Ahh, these were days when life was so easy! But it looks like today’s generation still ponders the same questions
Well, lately, for the lack of better subjects and ideas, I decided to go for little things and do some macro photography.
And guess what, I think, I found the forest where the fairies live! It’s really tiny, so I guess the fairies are even smaller than I thought and that’s why you couldn’t see them. But I heard their music, trust me!
So, I’m sitting in a Starbucks, having my usual stuff. Tripple grande Latte and a double chocolate muffins, if you’re interested to know what tickles my brain. Same crowd as usual, some reading a paper, some checking stuff on their phones and the usual student who’s working on some stuff on his notebook.
Short, a familiar place. Yet it feels different today. Something new has been added. For the next couple of weeks, 9 black and white photos are hanging on the wall. Nine of mine.
It is a weird feeling seeing your own stuff hanging on walls where everybody can see it. But it is weird in a good way. It is one thing to show pictures on the internet and get likes, plusses or what ever the platform offers viewers to give a thumbs up. It is a different story displaying your work in the real world, having a coffee and watch somebody look at your work.
So a big thank you to the crew at Starbucks who invited me to show my work and made this possible.
Oh, and so far I got three likes. As 20% of each sold picture go to the Kinderhaus in Thalwil, it is not only me who is very happy about this recognition
If you not lived under a stone for the last couple of years, you’re probably very much aware of people walking the streets like zombies, their eyes glued to the glowing screen of their smartphone. And you probably ponder, if Steve Jobs did us a favor when he reinvented the smartphone or if he eventually doomed us.
Well, I have good news for us. This Walking while reading business is not that new. It has actually been around for ages. Only back then we did it without the nagging fear our devices might run out of batteries and we would be forced to look up and see the world around us. Back then, it the world was analog.
And of course black and white