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.
Wander through the abandoned city,
The warm evening sun
Illuminates your thoughts
The sun is slowly descending from the roofs,
the narrow streets await the first sunbeams
after a dark cool night.
The sunlight dances through the streets,
the shadows reveal their vows
of allegiance to the light.
A breeze of light
touches my path
The light dances between the trees,
drawing the leaves with thin lines
swiftly blown away by the wind.
In some Latin American cultures, the Duendes are believed to be forest spirits, helpers of people who get lost in the forest so they could find their way home.
Push me to the light
The young leaves adorn the old
Brown vaults, in the east the sun
Smiles when she evades the horizon
Walking in silence
Between the shadows
Of dreams to come
The echo tells
When the daylight swiftly
Rises from the east,
The rays of sunrise
Rain through the canopy
And wake my eyes.
In the morning of my dream
Only shadows will remain
Echoing the light of my thoughts
The soft sound of fluttering flowers,
Seductive like the song
Of the silence in the night.
The light of smiling flowers,
Fragile as the thoughts
Of a long past tender moment
The scent of waving flowers,
Volatile as brushstrokes
On the wind-driven clouds
Noble trees stretch out
Their arms to gently
Catch the sunbeams
When they fall
Wandering through the depths of the forest,
Insignificant and small we are
In the colonnade of ancient giants
Tree after tree, each
Of them veils the light,
Leading me to the
Quietness of darkness
This abstract macro movement photo reminds me of the huge gears and machinery in the movie Modern Times by Charles Chaplin. But machines with huge gears belong less and less in our modern times …
A fight against the wind,
The heads bent to
Withstand the briny sea,
Their eyes wide open
On a never ending quest
One with the waves,
without fear, jumping from
wave crest to wave crest,
diving into the deepest
trough, to re-emerge
and rise to the clouds.
Hear the sun
Playing on the trees,
Illuminates the world with
Pencil colored thoughts
…The Future and the Past are idle shadows
Of thought’s eternal flight—they have no being…
Percy Bysshe Shelley – Hellas
Enjoying the winter light that plays with the leafless branches of the trees.
The cold wind tore
the last leaves of
the souls of the trees.
The gulls are greedy, they do not know
That everything goes back to the sea
Once caught by the undertow
Wind and water blend into a salty mist that does not seem to bother the gulls in their search for food.
Hovering into a new day, let yourself be carried by the wind. Let go and trust the waves to bring you what you need.
Abandoned dark forest,
The storm has died down,
But no walker ventures
Among the creaking trees.
On a grey winter day we walk in the woods
The sun is pale white, as if cold as snow
Dried grass reflects the color of the clouds
The cold wind tears
the last leaves
of the souls of the trees.
Bare trees in the forest
Unmerciful winter light
Close your eyes to the sun
Sleep all winter long
Standing tall, reaching deep into the sky
Where they drink from a well of pure cold
Trees on both sides of the river
Waltzing gently with the wind
Rippling water leads their movements
In a slow and noble dance
Reaching into the highest worlds, drinking from the three wells
Lost John’s sitting on a railroad track
Some thing’s out of whack
Bob Dylan – ‘Nettie Moore’
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