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Sailing II
(We slipped the dock in the dead of night and tacked across the moonbeam, bound for tropical isles)
In-Camera Double Exposure
ciudad de las artes y las ciencias, valencia.
he walked with purpose, yet surrounded by endless space.
the lines led him forward, but to where?
perhaps he didn’t know.
perhaps it didn’t matter.
Every station has its ghosts, waiting for a train that never comes.
Leica Q2 Monochrome
Summilux 28mm/f1.7 Asph.
Kleine Merkwürdigkeiten die bei einem Strandspaziergang ins Auge fallen. Steine, Algen, Seetang. Spuren vom Wind der hellen, trockenen Sand auf nassem dunklen ablagert oder sich im Windschatten von kleinen Steinen ansammelt.
Small curiosities that catch the eye on a walk along the beach. Stones, algae, seaweed. Traces of the wind depositing light, dry sand on dark, wet sand or accumulating in the lee of small stones.
In the washroom of the former drop forge in Solingen, the water taps stand closely aligned – remnants of a working world long gone. The black-and-white photograph highlights the strict geometry and the silence of a space once filled with voices, movement, and labor.
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In der Waschkaue der ehemaligen Gesenkschmiede in Solingen reihen sich die Wasserhähne dicht gedrängt aneinander – Relikte einer Arbeitswelt, die längst vergangen ist. Das Schwarz-Weiß-Bild betont die Strenge der Form und die Stille des Raumes, in dem einst Leben, Stimmen und Arbeit pulsierte.
the cyclist does not pass. he draws a line. between the lines of valencia's white bones, he becomes both presence and echo. time here folds, reflects, repeats.
In a world of speed and precision, one photographer finds stillness in the geometry of the scene. The sleek lines of the Porsche Museum intertwine with the silent observer, capturing a moment where architecture and artistry collide. A stairway becomes a stage, a lens a gateway—perspective is everything.
Strenge Ordnung trifft verspielte Form: Die ikonische Fassade des LWL-Museums in Münster zieht mit ihren kugelartigen Elementen alle Blicke auf sich. In Schwarz-Weiß wirkt sie fast surreal – rhythmisch, grafisch, fast außerirdisch. Architektur als Muster, Kunst als Oberfläche.
Ein Spiel aus Licht, Schatten und Wiederholung.
A high pass road we had to negotiate with our motor home through a mountain range dividing two of the Icelandic Westfjords. The late afternoon light provided intense shadows and strong contrasts which turned this landscape even more abstract..
i stood in palma, in front of a government building with no name, no flag, no people. just light cutting across its silent wall. then this rider came. no sound, no hesitation, just the silhouette slipping exactly into the shadow’s edge. the city didn’t notice. but it was perfect. like geometry delivering a message no one had written.
Shot in bold monochrome from the Brooklyn Bridge, this image captures the jagged Manhattan skyline behind a grid of suspension cables. The sun blazes through the haze, flattening the skyline into silhouette and casting the whole scene in stark contrasts. The convergence of structure and skyline creates a layered tension—geometry meets chaos, light meets shadow.
Collected on the retaining stone wall of my neighbor's garden.
Gesammelt an der Stütz-Steinmauer meines Nachbarn Garten.
caught in the last light at avenidas, palma — a fleeting silhouette sketched by the sun on a red canvas, lost in her screen, found in shadow.
A weathered wooden "persiana" casts intricate shadows onto a sunlit wall, each beam of light transforming into rhythmic patterns that seem to dance as the sun moves through the sky. The shutter, a testament to Mallorcan tradition, stands resilient against time, its lines intersecting with sunlight in a poetic play of light and dark, evoking the quiet elegance of everyday objects under the Mediterranean sun.