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inside the dim hush of the ferry, one figure drifts inward, lost in thought, while another leans into the haze of the city beyond. between them lies a frame of orange steel and quiet water, holding two lives in parallel pause.
During the full moon, the subconscious mind becomes more receptive, sensitive, and attuned to unseen energies. The moon’s gravitational pull not only affects the tides but also stirs the depths of the human psyche, bringing emotions, dreams, and intuition to the surface. This heightened state makes it an ideal time for deep introspection, manifestation, and spiritual work. Ancient traditions recognize the full moon as a portal for psychic awareness, lucid dreaming, and emotional release, as the mind is more open to subtle influences and revelations. Whether through meditation, rituals, or dreamwork, this lunar phase enhances the connection between the conscious and subconscious, allowing hidden truths to emerge with clarity and power.
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Been in a reflective mood lately. Lots of things happening in and around my life that make me think. Which I never need an excuse to do. Just thought I'd take something different.
Les errements de l’âme
Cette série réalisée dans la forêt du Touquet Paris-Plage.
Divagation du photographe ?
Introspection ?
Très certainement un peu de tout ça.
Il est bon de laisser son âme errer, chercher.
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This series made in the forest of Touquet Paris-Plage.
Photographer's drift?
Introspection ?
Most certainly a little bit of all of this.
It is good to let his soul wander, seek.
Le Touquet - 2018
Bathed in filtered light, a model in a long black dress stands in quiet reflection within an aging glasshouse, where nature’s slow reclamation meets architectural elegance. The checkerboard floor beneath her anchors a scene of solitude, symmetry, and grace.
If I take a little introspection and looking back on my own path, I notice how my curiousity and relationship towards learning have changed throughout my life.
As a small child, I was curious to the world, like we all are when we are children.
In my school years, learning about the world meant carrying a school bag heavier than myself, memorising data with the help of tired or harmful teachers (heartful respect for the few exceptions), marching towards to the all familiar feeling of fear before and during being tested, an inescapable race of collecting marks towards results which meant nothing yet everything to me each year. School would have killed my curiosity and passion for learning completely, if I didn't have my Grandfather in my life.
He believed in the value of culture so deeply, that he spent literally all his excess money throughout his life to collate a home library for his family with over 10.000 books in it, all stored in his small flat and my parents' house. That meant that I was growing up in a room which was fully dedicated to hold the biography section of the library, where floor to ceiling were shelves holding books on the life's of artists, musicians, historical figures, all the many people of the past with their fascinating stories, thoughts, observations, conclusions of their own life's.
Each time I opened up a new book, a new world, a new soul opened up in front of me, I just needed to step in and live them through in my mind. It felt like I wasn't just living my own life over those years, I was living through multiple life's like being in a multiverse seeing different life circles of different selves one after each other, it really was a magical time of discovery.
Because of those internal experiences, I've managed to stay open and curious to the world around me to this day. And now I'm not in school anymore. In fact I am, but not as a school boy, but as a teacher rather.
I share my curiosity and knowledge with young minds now, aiming to show them the experience of learning how it is really meant to be experienced; by opening doors to new worlds, by picking flowers from the fields of knowledge one at a time, by having time to observe, understand and enjoy their complexity, beauty and meaning.
So those flowers are planted and integrated into the garden of their growing mind, with no fear needed to recall them.
And so they won't lose that magical sense of innocent wonder we're all born with, like I almost did, and keep walking on their paths with open curiosity to the world, to other people, and to themselves.
Image taken at Balgone Sunflower Trail, Scotland.
I don't often associate Northern Mockingbirds with introspection, but with this one looking downward (and inward?), it kind of comes to mind.
the city moves, but he stays. a moment caught between reflections and reality, the past and the present. oranges in the foreground, like scattered memories. i pressed the shutter before he looked away.
palma, a café window, a quiet afternoon.
Les errements de l’âme
Cette série réalisée dans la forêt du Touquet Paris-Plage.
Divagation du photographe ?
Introspection ?
Très certainement un peu de tout ça.
Il est bon de laisser son âme errer, chercher.
—————————————————————————-
This series made in the forest of Touquet Paris-Plage.
Photographer's drift?
Introspection ?
Most certainly a little bit of all of this.
It is good to let his soul wander, seek.
Le Touquet - 2018
As sunset approached i studied this crow as it sat on the rim of the birdbath. It was unconcerned about my presence, though about 15 feet away, taking its picture. The quiet at the end of the day, the warmth of early evening, the stillness in the air had a calming effect on myself and this beautiful crow.
This crow remained behind as its fellows flew away to their roost for the evening. I went back into the house, leaving this quiet scene to the crow to enjoy.
As the days grow shorter, nature's pace slows, urging introspection and gratitude for life's fleeting beauty. Harvest festivals abound, celebrating the abundance of the land. In this season of change, we find solace in the rhythm of falling leaves, a reminder that even in endings, there is grace and the promise of renewal.
Andrzej sits in his kitchen, surrounded by the quiet decay of everyday life. The mug with “Mazury 2008” printed on it isn’t a souvenir. It’s just something that stayed — like everything else that once meant something and now simply remains. Steam drifts from it slowly, the only thing still moving in a room long emptied of air and purpose. This is Andrzej’s world in its purest form: one long, tired breath suspended between yesterday and oblivion.
This image was created with DALL·E then upscaled in Leonardo AI and further enhanced in Topaz Gigapixel AI.
Les errements de l’âme
Cette série réalisée dans la forêt du Touquet Paris-Plage.
Divagation du photographe ?
Introspection ?
Très certainement un peu de tout ça.
Il est bon de laisser son âme errer, chercher.
—————————————————————————-
This series made in the forest of Touquet Paris-Plage.
Photographer's drift?
Introspection ?
Most certainly a little bit of all of this.
It is good to let his soul wander, seek.
Le Touquet - 2018
through the lens, this moment captures the essence of solitude in an urban jungle. the stark contrast of the monochrome palette mirrors the sharp lines of the architecture, as if the city itself is drawing a path to nowhere. the two figures, barely more than silhouettes, seem to be mere echoes of each other, drifting apart yet connected by the reflection on the glass. there’s a sense of distance, both physical and emotional, as they tread towards the vanishing point, each carrying the weight of their journeys. this bridge over landsberger straße in münchen, typically bustling with life, now becomes a stage for introspection—a quiet pause amidst the city’s relentless pace.