
colour me
in a swirl of colour, a blur of movement



in a swirl of colour, a blur of movement
We do not know how fragile someone’s philosophical foundations are until they crumble, even ours are unknown to us
thegasstationphilosopher
behind the fields and the forest, in the middle of the bogland, over the half-broken planks bridge stands the old forgotten mill east of Markt Schwaben.
she comes and goes, the lights of the city behind, spare a thought, what is that light?
museums are closed. museums are still there for the people. city is people. city is light at night. city is stone reshaped. under a soft mantle of snow. and a myriad footsteps tell stories. stories of people in the city.
soon to be gone for good, the Eggartenhäuser grew over the years unnoticed by most. A new residential development will soon hause 2000 souls in this forgotten patch of Munich.
in the early hours of the day after a night’s snowfall and the traffic noise is muffed geometries and shapes look new and the tonal symmetry of the ground and the sky offer exceptional compositional settings.
one last day, one last walk out in nature, one last day blessed with sun to photograph this year. A day to gather your thoughts and project your ideas further into a new year.
fog envelops all around and even sounds and life are dimmed by the banks of the Oder in winter. Once capricious meanders reshaped the end section of the Oder between Schwedt and Szczecin after every flood. One day the ingenuity of mankind put an end to this seasonal work of nature. For short lived and hard to come by pastures.
when the wind blows over the plains of the Uckermark from the south in winter you feel the whole river Oder chilling you to the bone. Other than that, a beautiful isle of nature in the middle of the never ending fields.