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Flyer duo Christoph Korn / A23H in 1994 at club Der Blinde König, Frankfurt/M.
In the 1990s, after nearly three decades of restless activity on international stages since the late 1960s, Alfred 23 Harth recalibrated his artistic pace and direction. While his early career had been driven by uncompromising global momentum, the new decade marked a strategic turning inward. He began to focus more intently on the cultural and musical ecosystems of Frankfurt am Main, often embedding himself in younger or more locally rooted scenes, while simultaneously continuing to maintain a few projects of truly international ambition.
A central moment in this transitional phase was his decision to form, out of friendship and respect, the duo Parcours Bleu À Deux with saxophonist Heinz Sauer in 1990. Shortly thereafter, in 1993, Harth founded the Forum Improvisierender Musiker (FIM), an initiative that functioned both as a structural nucleus for local improvising musicians and as a platform for his protean creativity. From the Forum emerged several ensembles—Stern4et, Imperial Hot, and Imperial Hoot—each embodying a swing between experimental immediacy and a collective sense of performance that situated them squarely in the improvisational network of the time.
Alongside these local constellations, Harth also continued to forge projects of a wider scope. His QuasarQuartet, assembled in the immediate wake of the political changes in Eastern Europe (1992/93), signaled a willingness to draw from the shifting cultural energies of the "Opening of the East." A still more decisive forward-looking gesture came in 1995 at the Jazzfestival Frankfurt, where Harth convened a remarkable lineup with David Murray, Fred Hopkins, and Dougie Bowne. Here, for the first time, he openly engaged a Korean theme, anticipating the long trajectory of his later artistic life that would become deeply entwined with South Korea. Toward the end of the decade, in 1998/99, he entered into a duo collaboration with Peter Kowald, linking two generations of German improvisers in one of Harth’s last Frankfurt-based partnerships of that decade.
The mid-1990s also saw significant encounters that extended into large ensemble formations. When saxophonist Harry Petersen of the Hessian Radio Big Band approached him at the 1995 festival, their shared sympathy grew into Hale Peat, a band co-created in 1997 with guitarist Martin Lejeune and drummer Bülent Ates. This, in turn, gave rise to the expansive Cassini Orchestra (1998), a hybrid ensemble drawing in members from Hale Peat, Imperial Hoot, and Harth’s earlier West Side Story Heartliners 23. Around the same time, pianist Uwe Oberg invited Harth to form a duo that revived early avant-garde cinema through live performances, again pointing to the eclectic, transdisciplinary scope of Harth’s musical imagination.
By the turn of the millennium, the first cycle of the FIM began to slow and eventually fell dormant in 2000, not to be revived until 2014. Harth closed his Frankfurt chapter with one last collective: tatt00 (2000–2001), a project named in resonance with the artist group of the same title, conceived both as an inscription of closure and as a marker of transition. Alongside music, this period re-confirmed his wider artistic networks: besides being a member of the short-lived tatt00, Harth also participated in the Gdańsk-based art collective Delikatesy Avantgarde, mounting exhibitions in Poland that underscored his visual and conceptual artistic reach. Earlier, between 1993 and 1995, he had formed his own art microsystem, the Gedankenhotel, a framework that allowed him to unfold visual, textual, and performative strands in parallel to his ongoing exhibitions. These activities reveal Harth’s multifaceted self-positioning at the intersection of sound and visual culture, never confining his practice to music alone.
This broad spectrum also encompassed theatre. In 1992, Harth composed the score for Antigone at the Schauspielhaus Düsseldorf. Later, in 1997/98, his role expanded into West Side Story at the Schauspiel Frankfurt, where Harth connected musical direction with theatrical experiment. He further participated in a staged adaptation of Winterreise, performing in New York for a fortnight at La MaMa alongside actor Michael Altmann, with whom he had already collaborated in Nach Aschenfeld (Residenz Theater, Munich, 1984) and Der Architekt und der Kaiser von Assyrien (Schillertheater, Berlin, 1988).
Thus the 1990s appear as a period of recalibration: a decade of local immersion and network-building in Frankfurt, counterpoised with selective but highly significant international gestures that foreshadowed his decisive relocations after 2000. It was in these years that Harth both consolidated his roots and prepared the conceptual as well as artistic ground for the next phase of his transcontinental journey.
Point Defiance Park Botanical Garden
Tacoma, Washington
"For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils"
- last stanza of the poem "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" (William Wordsworth)
Then Granger told Montag: “In abandoned railway yards, wandering the roads, tramps outwardly, but inwardly libraries. It wasn’t planned, it just so happened that a woman here and a man there loved some book, and rather than lose it, they learned it, and we came together. We’re a minority of undesirables crying out in the wilderness, but it won’t always be so. One day we shall be called on, one by one, to recite what we’ve learned, and then books will be printed again, and when the next age of darkness comes, those who come after us will do again as we have done. Yes, we burn the books. But we keep them up here [pointing to the brain] where nobody can find them.” - from "Fahrenheit 451" by Ray Bradbury
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I don't suppose anything can really prepare you for your first sunrise in Arches National Park. Like most landscape photographers, I had seen dozens of photos before I arrived, but I was still hesitant to give up on Toroweap after it looked like our weenie SUV officially wouldn't make it out there. So when Eric Gail suggested making the trip up to Arches a couple of weeks ago, inwardly I was thinking "Well...it's not exactly the Grand Canyon, is it?"
So in case you are wondering, the answer is yes,,,and no. It is JUST as mind blowing as the Grand Canyon, but in completely different ways. But it was only after I arrived at the park that I truly understood this. Eric and I hadn't planned on sunrise here at all that weekend, and because of this, we hadn't thoroughly scouted out the area before arriving. At 1 AM, we finally asked our new friend Scott Wakefield (who had been shooting up in Arches for several years) where the good sunrise spots were. We knew that Delicate Arch would be crowded and we also knew that Eric probably wouldn't be able to make it out there given the condition of his foot. Scott's next suggestion was to shoot the Windows. Eric was pretty much thumbs down on this as we had just shot the sunset from this location, but Scott and I ganged up on him and he finally relented.
So after just a few of hours of sleep back at the campground, we woke up at 5 AM and hurriedly drove back across the park to the Windows. I hit the ground running as I already had my spot picked out and wanted to beat the crowd. It looked like we had a decent sky to work with and both Eric and I shot like crazy before all of the pink was gone from the sky that morning.
We were feeling pretty satisfied with out shots....and then the sun came out from behind the clouds. You could hear a collective gasp from all of the photographers who by now had gathered around the North Window and then it was nothing but clicking shutters. It was one of those mornings where you could clearly hear the angels singing.
After a while, the sun went back behind the clouds and most of the photographers began heading off for a well earned breakfast. Eric and I began to make our way back to the car when suddenly the sun broke through the clouds again. I wheeled around and quickly took this shot before the sun disappeared. This was definitely one of those moments where the Rokinon 12 mm really came in handy as it pulled both the arch and some of the foreground into the shot.
Lastly...10 points if you can find the lone figure on the right side enjoying the view from her fantastic vantage point. It truly was an incredible morning, and as I mentioned in one of my earlier posts, Arches is like crack for landscape photographers. I can't wait to head back there for my next fix.
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in winter, everything is exposed and bare. there’s beauty in the starkness. and this reminds me to look inward: to shine light on my tender places; to embrace all parts of me, including my vulnerability.
Celebrating and ringing in the New Year
snow and winter exploration
a fun night downtown
lots of reading, sweets and tea
turning inward and embracing the light
a little tease of color and the wonders to come
A quiet ending to the month.
1. the end of january 2016, 2. color abstract, 3. baring her soul..., 4. Untitled, 5. We all have magic inside us. -JK Rowling, 6. Untitled, 7. Untitled, 8. A January Friday night downtown..., 9. My sanctuary... where my soul is fully alive, 10. On this morning, it felt a little like stepping into Narnia., 11. Won't you come in?, 12. 1/1/2016... 12:05 a.m.
To recline is to listen inward—an invitation to ease the breath, soften the shoulders, and rest in a moment that asks nothing of us but presence. In the clamor of modern life, where movement is often mistaken for meaning, stillness offers a quiet rebellion.
It’s not laziness or retreat, but a profound form of trust: that we are enough without the constant proving. I think of golden light pooling on a carpet, a cat stretching unapologetically across a windowsill, or the way dusk pours itself gently into a room. Stillness, in these moments, is not absence—it’s grace.
To truly recline is to allow the world to come to us, rather than chase after it. The fire warms not because we tend to it, but because we draw near. In this softened state, we absorb more—beauty, clarity, comfort. We become porous to goodness.
Rest is no longer a reward for exhaustion; it’s a recognition of worth. There’s something sacred in that surrender, where movement gives way to meaning felt rather than forged. And in that space, reclined and receptive, we remember a truth too often forgotten: that stillness doesn’t diminish us—it completes us.
Sensitive Plant (Mimosa pudica) (නිදිකුම්බා) is a creeping annual or perennial flowering plant of the pea/legume family Fabaceae. The compound leaves fold inward and droop when touched or shaken, defending themselves from harm, and re-open a few minutes later. It grows mostly in undisturbed shady areas, under trees or shrubs. The species is native to South America and Central America, but is now a pantropical weed.
"O Ye Seeming Fair Yet Inwardly Foul!
Ye are like clear but bitter water, which to outward seeming is crystal pure but of which, when tested by the divine Assayer, not a drop is accepted. Yea the sun beam falls alike upon the dust and the mirror, yet differ they in reflection even as doth the star from the earth: nay, immeasurable is the difference!
O My Friend In Word!
Ponder awhile. Hast thou ever heard that friend and foe should abide in one heart? Cast out then the stranger, that the Friend may enter his home.
"
— The Hidden Words of Baha'u'llah
A quick shot of one of the chickadees checking out my tree today; the focus on the head isn't as sharp as I would have liked but the details on the wings and the sharp focus on the feathers was working for me so I couldn't resist.
Plus it's been ages since I managed a decent bird shot.
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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Composition idea and quote excerpt inspired by the American poet, Mary Oliver. The poem is titled "Five A.M. in the Pinewoods", and it's beautiful. Be sure to look it up.
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grace peace love - all these are within you
refuse attention of the objects of awareness,
direct it onto itself
become interested,
in awareness itself
passionate
about awareness itself.
Begin by giving your mind some rest,
sit still, refuse distractions!
Use sorrow, pain, calamities
to go inward!
Just swanning around. One of two photos taken this week in Humber Bay Park W, Toronto.
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Excerpt from the plaque:
A Catcher Mobile
A kinetic abstract design suspended from one point, composed of linked shapes, capable of movement.
Interest must be equal throughout all parts of the mobile.
I didn't have much time left on the meter, but I had just enough time to do a very short Thursday Walk.
Sunday the 8th June: I think that I’ll do it anyway: I’ll turn inward for half an hour each morning before work, and listen to my inner voice. Lose myself. You could also call it meditation. I am still a bit wary of that word. But anyway, why not? A quiet half-hour within yourself … But it’s not so simple, that sort of ‘quiet hour’. It has to be learned. A lot of unimportant inner litter and bits and pieces have to be swept out first. Even a small head can be piled high inside with irrelevant distractions. True, there may be edifying emotions and thoughts, too, but the clutter is ever present. So let this be the aim of meditation: to turn one’s innermost being into a vast empty plain, with none of that treacherous undergrowth to impede the view. So that something of ‘God’ can enter you, and something of ‘Love’ too.
-Etty: The Letters and Diaries of Etty Hillesum 1941–1943, Complete and Unabridged, Klaas A. D. Smelik (ed.), Arnold J. Pomerans (trans.) (Eerdmans Publishing Company; Novalis, 2002), p. 198.
There were gale warnings locally on Saturday, so I was surprised to see a small motor boat heading out of the harbor. Shortly after reaching the lighthouse at the mouth of the Sheboygan River the boat made a rapid turnaround. The lighthouse photo shows that event and the reason why the boat changed its course.
"Let us then labor for an inward stillness...
That perfect silence where the lips and heart
Are still, and we no longer entertain
Our own imperfect thoughts and vain opinions,
But God alone speaks in us, and we wait
In singleness of heart, that we may know
His will, and in the silence of our spirits,
That we may do His will, and do that only."
Longfellow
The red panda is a specialised bamboo feeder and has strong, curved and sharp semi-retractile claws standing inward for grasping narrow tree branches, leaves and fruit. Like the giant panda it has a false thumb which is an extension of the wrist bone. When descending a tree, head first, the red panda rotates its ankle to control its descent and is one of the few climbing species to do so. The red panda is territorial and lives on its own except during the breeding season, they only make a few sounds like twittering, tweeting and whistling, and they like sleeping and resting on tree branches or in tree hollows during the early hours of the day and they increase their activity during late afternoon and early evening. They eat mostly bamboo, but they may also eat small mammals, birds, eggs, flowers and berries. The red panda can reproduce when they are about 28 months old, and a few days before they give birth she will start gathering items to make a nest with and has and she will have between one to four cubs. After the birth she will clean the cubs and by doing this she is then able to easily recognise each cub by its own smell. Photograph taken at Selwo Zoo, Estepona, Spain.
Becoming vital warmth, I glow in glad, respiring frames, and pass
With outward and inward breath
- The Undivided, by The Mediaeval Baebes
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The Inward Singing of a Glorious Fountain at Night
Romantic walks around Baron Victor Horta Fountain outside the entrance of the Cinematic museum down an alley behind BOZAR.
The grandeur of the silent night and the sleeping tulips lent aesthetic value to the romantic ambiance and sufficient space to shelter your dreams and your emotions.The gigantic fresco in the backdrop was celebrating the Age of Bruegel - 450 Year with street art trail in the very city centre ; art had found its way to express the emotional power and the human creativity in a striking visual form.
The Age of Bruegel - 450 YEAR - Street Art
Landscape architect Bas Smets was inspired by Pieter Bruegel's paintings and composed landscapes as a collage of fragments.The old master was not interested in representing reality but rather in creating imaginary landscapes made up of typically Brabant features and elements he had seen on his trips through Europe.
Bas Smets and his agency created impressive installations that have changed the street adjacent to BOZAR into a rolling landscape with terraces and trees.The route runs past institutions and locations that have a story to tell about Bruegel.
The mural above,in which you may recognise Margaret of Austria as a Widow ( by Bernard van Orley) ,is part of a whole series of frescos,all created by FARM PROD around Pieter Bruegel and Brussels,the city in which the painter made two-thirds of his paintings and was also buried.Bernard van Orley is a leading artist and representative of Dutch and Flemish Renaissance painting too.
The FARM PROD artists’ collective share with us their vision of the 16th century,borrowing images from two exhibitions,Bernard van Orley and the Renaissance and Prints in the Age of Bruegel.
Brussels and Bruegel are inextricably linked.To celebrate the 450th anniversary of the death of the great Flemish master, several exhibitions and original activities will take place throughout the year.
BOZAR : "Today we have once again arrived at a tipping point; forcing us to ask such fundamental questions as how we deal with our planet, migration, technology, work and democracy. This is why we now look back at the driving force behind the changes of the Renaissance."
The wooden fresco above opened officially on 30 April, 2019
during the Bozar Night.
This is the rebuilt original Bluff Fort, restored through the effort of the Hole in the Rock Foundation. The community in southeast Utah, settled in April 1880 by Mormon pioneers.
Pioneers were seeking a route from south-central Utah to their proposed colony in the far southeastern corner of the state. In the autumn of 1879, some 250 men, women, and children left with enough supplies for a 6- to 8-week trip, and undertook one of the most challenging and dramatic pioneering expeditions in American history.
Rejecting two longer routes, they chose a more direct path and expected the 125-mile trek would take 6 weeks. Instead, the journey extended 260 miles over 6 months via the longest shortcut, Hole-in-the-Rock Trail during the winter.
Many sections of the trail were almost impassable. To allow wagon passage, the men spent 6 weeks blasting and chiseling a path through a narrow, 1200-foot (400 m) drop in the sandstone cliffs known as the Hole-in-the-Rock. Brothers had experience using explosives as miners in Wales, were put in charge of drilling and blasting to make a path for wagon passage.
On January 26, 1880 the expedition (250 people, 83 full-sized wagons, and over 1000 head of livestock) began their descent to the river. Wagons were heavily roped, and teams of men and oxen used to lower them through the upper crevice, which has slopes approaching 45°. Further down, a wooden track had been constructed along a slickrock sandstone slope. Posts in drilled holes supported horizontal beams to allow passage of the wagons.
By April 1880, the pioneers were too exhausted to continue to their intended destination 20 miles upriver and chose to settle along flat area in the river valley. Calling the new location Bluff City, they began dividing the land, building log cabins, and digging a ditch from the river for crop irrigation.
The Bluff Fort grew into an open square surrounded by cottonwood log cabins with all cabin doors and windows facing inward. The exact number of cabins in the Fort is unknown, but ranged from 38 – 63 cabins. Inside the Fort, the Bluff City Meetinghouse was completed in the fall of 1880 and served for 14 years as a church, school, dance hall, and public meeting place.
The Meetinghouse is opened to the visitors showing a film and providing brochures. The Fort was a fascinating place to learn amazing history of high spirit.
Detail of exterior staircase on the Royal College of Physicians, St Andrew's Place, at the south-eastern end of Regent's Park. The building opened in 1964 and was designed by architect Denys Lasdun. It is Grade I listed by Historic England.
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I am sorry for not being able to comment and view your wonderful photos due to the fact that I was not able to go onto the net the last 1 week.
Hope you have a wonderful weekend and Saturday!!
- Love is most divine when it is love according to needs, and not according to merits -
Have a blessed day and God bless!!