
soft light
some have a light of their own













some have a light of their own
a valley, springs, streams merging into the Ammer and snow tipped ranges. If the world has to end in a swirl of war, I’ll make here my ending.
Putin Launches His Invasion of Ukraine
The New Yorker, Feb 22
now silent, they were busy halls, where the fate of the world was once decided. Where the defence of Constantinople was fatally delayed. Passages and narrow stairways designed the flow of people, whose fate was too here by the devices of justice decided and with a last sight were walked across the bridge to barred windows.
an overcast cold spring day is possibly the best time to visit the bogs. Nature still asleep, people still asleep, all is still in the bogs.
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.
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.
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.
the low lying sun and the humidity of the nearby Oder river create unusual light conditions at an around the winter equinox at Felchowsee, deep in the Uckermarkt north east of Berlin.