soft light
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no sunbeam
delicate and levied waiting for a sunbeam. Quiet, frozen and patient under the clouds of a Sunday of April.
white light in Sylt
the dust and sea spray envelopes the coastline after the last wind calm days turning the beach into a white backdrop.
Sylt, along the old railroad
now turned into a bicycle road the old railroad winds up its way from north to south at Sylt and invites to ride it all in a day. Many take the chance; be it in a swift road bike, touring along or laid back paddling on a powered one.
from Westerland towards the north along the west coast
the further north and the more advanced the afternoon is, the less people you meet, until this show of nature plays for you alone. Add calm winds and a warming early spring sun on top of that and you know the gods are smiling at you.
Allerdings überlege ich die ganze Zeit, warum die Kekse einer Prinzenrolle, eingetunkt in Milch, hier im Norden langsamer weich werden. Liegt das am Luftdruck? An einer Kuhdiät? Oder ist die Konsistenz der Prinzenrolle eine Konstante des Universums, so wie die Geschwindigkeit des Lichtes?
Sylt and a day at the beach
at Sylt at the ebb of tourists in the middle of March. Despite the warming sun of noon, the wind chills and staying outdoors too long cools you to the bone.
List auf Sylt and Ellenbogen
If the wind doesn’t blow too hard, it can be an easy ride from List to the north-end of Sylt, where the two lighthouses broadcast their spots. Otherwise the predominant west winds can make it a long and chilly way back.
Sylt, dunes and a wooden plank path
leaving behind a settlement of reet thatched roof houses a wooden plank path leads west and north to the dunes now bathed in sunset light. The wind blows intently, you see far.
remarks in the dark
what do discarded plastic bottles, whales, fish, birds and medusas have in common and why it is important to make a remark of that commonality.
a different diorama
in a Christmas exposition at the Monestir of Pedralbes in Barcelona you look at dioramas from a somehow unusual standpoint.
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