In recent months I received many positive responses to the short poems and subtitles that accompany my photos. From now on, it is also possible to order my photos including those texts, as shown in the examples on Photos & Poems. The text can contain only the title, or the title and a poem or subtitle, depending on what I have written. These photos can be printed on the materials and in the (square) dimensions as mentioned on info & pricing.
The photos can be ordered either as a signed and numbered limited edition, or in an unsigned open edition. Of course all the photos are still available without or with only a small border, please contact me to let me know your wishes.
“The spirits of the mountain”, a series of five photos, made in Italy in the vicinity of Lake Como.
Fierce clouds are born
from a passionate encounter
between sun and wind
Her silk scarf
in the morning breeze
A warm evening veil
covers the slopes of the mountains
and sunlit clouds
evaporate into the darkening sky
The night floats through the valleys,
slowly it soars
to the crown of the mountains
The evening sun caresses the mountain peaks,
warm winds torment the clouds
and awake the spirits of the mountains
“The spirits of the valley”, a series of 5 photos, made in Italy in the vicinity of Lake Como.
With slow and tired gestures, the day depicts her last painting
The night takes over the paintbrush while preparing her own colors
The night covers the valleys with a sea of clouds,
The silent waves of rock keep watch
Until the sun rises
I wandered through a valley of silence
that nobody ever touched before
In the dark of the evening
her spirit awoke
and filled my dreams
The rains disappear over the mountains,
the last sun rays caress the clouds once more
before darkness falls
Rain clouds flood the valley,
The mountains breathe quietly
As the night covers their sides.
The morning dawned,
she washed her hair
“Whispering in silence”, a series of black and white analog ICM / Motion blur photos.
Camera: Minolta 9000 (Autofocus off)
Lens: Minolta 100-300 1:4.5(32)-5.6
Film: Ilford Delta 3200
The west winds weep softly,
the wavy fields answer with
a whispered song
The young night awakens,
the fields go to sleep
under a blanket of silence
by the young night
Longing for the light of silent dreams,
Lonely thoughts wander
Through the night.
The night arrives in a whisper,
Her words change my mind
Into silent dreams.
The wind lightly blows to the land,
Calming the waves before they meet the shore,
Guiding the clouds to what lies behind the dunes.
A colored veil
Covers the darkening land
With the lightness of an evening dream
The winds are light and thin,
The air carries the breath of the sea.
The morning sun unveils
The infinity of the mind.
by the breath of the west wind.
A salty scent of sea air floats across the land.
A cool haze dampens all the sounds,
And covers the endless undulating land
With a blanket for the night.
Obediently the grass bends
With the sweep of fiercy winds.
Underneath the restless clouds
We wander through deserted land.
Overflow the land in silence,
Rise to the foot of the hills and
Let them float
Wherever the wind will take them.
The winds are light and thin, the air
Still carries the cold of the night.
The morning sun reveals
The solitude of the mind.
She picked the colors from the air
Black to black
When the evening comes
Blue to blue
In the night
The breath of spring awakens the earth,
She yawns and stretches under her mossy blanket.
When morning comes, a light breeze is born,
slowly dispels the damp cold of the night
and welcomes the first rays of sunshine.
Walking on the beach south of Agger (North Jutland, Denmark) at the end of a windy winter day, I notice the slow and stately rhythm of the waves. Adagio, as life can be here in the beautiful north west of Denmark.
I found this beautiful piece of music with the same title: Adagio in Blue
I dreamed myself a path last night…
Through the thinning morning mist
I hear the winter’s voice,
A song awakens nature
Lost in excess of impressions,
In search for the soul of light,
Where silence is born from emptiness.
A new morning awakens from the marshes
like veils of light, warmed by the breath of the sun
Dreams flow into the night, oust the darkness
and invite our memories to appear from their shelters.
The spirit floats high above
Vague images of what lies ahead,
The mind wanders between
Fragments of our past
The evening light
With copper luster
Dark waves rushing
To the beach, softly
Lamenting a chant
About our sorrow
A light sigh is heard over the still waters,
When the late sun kisses the earth
At the beginning of a quiet night.
The night awakens, glances
in the mirror of the river
Hums along with a chorus of grass,
guided by the voice of the wind
The silver sea
Frowns its waves
And drowns the
Land in lather
The evening sweeps the sun towards a new day
The cold wind plays gently on the strings of the sleeping nature.
The wind breathes a light snow over the marshes,
the land is covered with a white silence.
A chorus of water and wind
Combine their power to chant
In praise for the winter ahead.
See the caress of the winter winds,
Through the reed along the waterfront.
Whispering reassuring words,
While they shiver in the cold.
In the drowned land,
Between lake and clouds,
Forgotten dreams feel safe.
Pelting rain and fierce winds have depleted the land, nature is almost ready for hibernation.
The restless winds rustle through the golden marram grass,
The beginning of winter rids the last colors of autumn.
Cold and gloomy the west wind
Rushes over the sea,
The night supplants the dusk
And calms the waves.
In silence we walk along a dissolving path of emptiness
Into the comforting colors of waving grass and rippling water,
Where we hear the solitude sing a welcoming song.
The marshes seem to breathe heavily when the night falls
Their breath is condensing into fog patches that slowly rise from the water
A blanket for the night
Pale evening light seems to rise up through the water,
Where the wind is sleeping peacefully on the bottom of the marshes.
The silence of the night slowly supplants the rustle of the day.
The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
Bob Dylan – Make You Feel My Love
The sun is down
Veils of mist flow over the land
The cold breath of the night silences nature
Trees on both sides of the river
Waltzing gently with the wind
Rippling water leads their movements
In a slow and noble dance
Between here and there
sea and land
the blue and the green
lie the golden dunes of amber
fluid like the waters
solid as the earth
This poem was written by my beloved Anuscka
The night awakens, glances
in the mirror of the river
Hums along with a chorus of grass
guided by the voice of the wind
Tenderly embraced by the land
She lies down under the blanket of dusk
Over the dunes of cupidity
On the beaches of loss
Standing in the face of infinity
We found what we fell short
Emptiness and modesty
The wind causes small waves
that die without a sound
once they reach the overgrown shore
A place to muse on the banks of the lake
The silent water is a mirror to my mind
Emptiness reigns over the fields
Where wind and rain embrace
Greeting each other at the beginning of fall
Land and sea meet in a constant sound of wind and waves.
A tune like the accompanying instruments in an orchestra,
making room for your thoughts to be the soloist.
The autumn wind is brushing the trees
and dresses the land in the colors of cold.
Nature is almost ready for winter.
A cold gentle breeze caresses the landscape…
Now all your songs of beauty fail
The forest closes ’round you
The sun goes down behind a veil
‘Tis now that you would call me
So rest in peace my nightingale
Beneath your branch of holly
Fare thee well my nightingale
I lived but to be near you
Tho’ you are singing somewhere still
I can no longer hear you
From ‘Nightingale’ – Leonard Cohen (2004)
At the end of a long journey,
the waves try to go back to open sea one last time
But the land is adamant,
so the waves lay down to rest on the sand
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