other/wise (Rhine river, day 27)
for just some minutes the river – otherwise all blue and grey turned to gold – today: back to water and natural colors (even though they seem unreal) this is a mirror of the Rhein river, right at sunset time
Monthly Archives: July 2012
w/eight (nightland, day 26)
today: blackout in the morning news thinking of all those who are left stranded without energy today or in even worse places of bright life turning to darkness and war _ the photo: is the counterpart of sunday’s plateau image: the same image, the same place, only mirrored with the other halves, and turned dark. […]
plat/eau (Schopflocher Moor, day 25)
the mirror of today: opposites of a river echoed in silence — the place in the photo belongs to the nearby Alb plateau – the field once was a “Moor” – a bog. in time, all the peat (“Torf” in German) got moved away. it’s still called “Moor”, though, and is the only one in the whole […]
see/rose (zen garden, day 24)
water__________wasser ____ _lily___lilie __see__________lake ___ ____rose * a moment from this week: visiting my yoga teacher in her garden – which isn’t officially a zen garden, but has the touch of it: it comes in a combination of light and shadow, old tree and unknown flowers, and with a pond of water lilies. a […]
archi/texture (Düsseldorf, day 23)
Perhaps the relation of photography to reality repeats indefinitely above and below. Every photograph is a description. Every description is a selection of elements. Every description is particular. The continuities that link elements are illusions. Every illusion is stretched over a hole. Every reality is a pattern of holes. How often we think that we […]
a/more (Côte d’Azur, day 22)
mehr Meer she thought as she walked along the shore one more time wrapped by evermore waves — 22 is wordplayday: in German, the ocean is called: Meer which sounds exactly like the German for “more”: mehr and more itself, is part of amore – the Italian word for love which, interestingly, also has both […]
long/ing (Inside, day 21)
inside the sunflower field the world a place of green and yellow longing ——- some garden shops in this region now prepared sunflower fields, and invite people to stop and cut flowers directly from the field, and leave the money for them in the box. which makes it officially possible to walk within those huge […]
flow/er (Owen, day 20)
in the night when no one looks they change their color, their name turning to moonflowers – while galactic bees gather stardust (sunflower day moment to follow tomorrow )
g/raveyard 2.0 (Majorca, day 19)
i saw this graveyard a couple of times when driving by, on the road from Pollentia to Sa Pobla. i guess it was the high wall that made me curious, and all the things invisible – one day, i looked for a place to park – and drove into the sideroad and parked there. i aready […]
g/raveyard (Majorca, day 19)
As if I can become tangled. As if the eggs are feathered. As if a dress could be made of bones. As if dragons and birds were the same things. As if dragons and birds were the same things. As if dragons and birds were the same things. – Sina Evans, 16.5.
