1972 Olympic Games Regatta course Oberschleißheim near Munich. Start side under a menacing sky just before the storm.

the regatta course and the summer storm

in a warm summer afternoon the sky darkens suddenly and a storm rolls very fast over the 1972 Munich Olympic Games Regatta course taking some casual rowers by surprise. The course lays some 15Km north of Munich and it is declared a historical site.

The watching towers stand empty on the sides of the course. People jog or cycle around on rounds of some 4Km. A group of four young men does not take too much notice of the storm and keep jogging under the rain. Others take cover under the overhangs by the stores on the north side.

Two hours later the sun shows up to say good night lighting the poplars alley on the way back to the city.

Neuhausen, Munich, Gewofag historical social residential development from 1920 to 1940 from Hans Döllgast, Gustav Gsaenger, Otho Orlando Kurz, Wolfgang Vogel and Peter Danzer.

Neuhausen and Gewofag

built between the 1920 and 1930, these rows of Gewofag social housing development in Neuhausen enjoy the protection of the city for its heritage value. Best enjoyed in the late afternoon, when the low sun beams brings the three-dimensionality of the details to the eye.

Not far from the habitation blocks of the Gewofag, the Kunstlerhof adds a new dimension to the neighbourhood. Old chained bicycles likely made to be here, waiting for the artist to come down her atelier with her smeared apron still on and take a ride to the café.

Neuaubing

the old tracks and the resettlement

wagons once threaded this plain and filled the night with echos of metallic giggle, where now nature and new settlers walk around still puzzled how to classify what they see in their Saturday’s afternoon walk. Here and there, if you stop long enough to see through the signs, you can see the ghosts of those railroad tracks and ties under thickening vegetation. The sudden idle beds of track ballast stand questioning their purpose now like dry wounds in the meadows.

Hidden in the woods, old tracks, fallen lampposts, gates with nothing to gate, lost ponds. And an old adjoining settlement. Despite the looks, no vignetting is applied to the photographies.

The old bed wagons factory witness yet one other kind of resettlement: partly spooky, partly trashy, and certainly worth walking through.

Olympiapark, Munich, cherry trees blossom under the snow

corona and the Olympiapark

The park becomes the only reasonable escape from home and the corona lockdown. Empty and cold in the winter mornings of March and April before the warmer hours of the noon bring the sun-seeking denizens. The sun in its lowest angle is barely able to saturate the colours of tree, leave, flower and stone.

the quiet power of the Isar

People walk or jog under the first warming sun of the coming spring possibly unaware that under the quietness of the little park on the banks of the Isar river on her pass through the center of Munich, the Maxwerk hydraulic power plant, housed in a baroque style building and of late embellished with street-art, generates 0,4MW power, enough to provide for 100 households in Munich.

Martin Heindel Ricochet Exhibition at Villa Stuck, Munich

the colours and the cave of light

grab a blanket, push the curtain aside, enter into the darkness of a cave of light and color, lay anywhere, listen, see, think, sleep.

Dust the paraffin off your clothes if you forgot laying on the blanket

the blue twilight and a blinding party

In a mood for photographing I leave the exhibition of Toni Schneiders: Retrospective at the Kunstfoyer in the twilight for the tram and on my way home. Not two stations down the line a party of brightly lit shop displays around the Max–Joseph–Platz catch my attention and pull me out of the tram. They blind the squinted eye and the sensor.

Maximilianeum and a necklace of light

when the night falls in Munich the Maximilianeum dresses up for the party with necklaces and bracelets of light.

Graswangtal, Oberammergau, Bavaria, the source pools of the Ammer river channel over the plain towards the north. View to the east.

overcast and out in Graswangtal

gray low clouds lay heavily over the Graswangtal turning it into a more somber version of itself. The red tint of the iron rich river Ammer becomes omnius. The frozen marshes instill a disturbing quietness in the landscape. The tributary waters of the Ammer cross the snowed plains noiseless along the sinuous black river beds like signatures in a parchment.

Barcelona, Montserrat, the creek path to the upper chapel

in and out of Barcelona

a newly painted steam locomotive sitting on a section of old rack railroad exibits what passengers travelling to the sanctuary of Montserrat experienced between the 19th and the middle of the 20th Centuries. The steep climb with breathtaking views is nowadays negotiated by a modern 2001 commisioned electric rack railway.

Once in the sanctuary one can take a Funicular to the mountian top or walk either the path of the south over the moutain side or the more shadded ravine path. In a clear day the particular crevassed rock formations of the Montserrat (meaning the sawed mountain) make for a playful motive in the eye of the photographer.

not too far from Barcelona and overflown by landing planes on their way to the 07L/07R or 02 runways a low mountain range offers an unexpected landscape of shrubland and fan palms. Incidentally a former palace turned into a buddhist monastery is set in the midst of this denuded coastal range.

Barcelona’s townspeople can enjoy a neighbourhood cafe in a back street of a not so run by tourists area. Those with a passion for horse riding meet Sundays at the free municipal grounds. They chatter and greet excitedly as they meet with their horses. The light of January turns the most unexpected scenes into captivating motives for photography.