The view of a cello, especially in such a somewhat surreal situation, always reminds me of the Swiss author and cabaret performer Franz Hohler, who used to accompagny his performances with his cello. The English wikipedia article unfortunately is not more than a stub, and even Amazon doesn’t list any books available in English. At…
With temperatures up to 37°C the brass band really had a hard job: Marching and playing was severely aggravated by the traditional costumes. Where the man have to suffer under hats with eagle dawns, the women are sweating under long black skirts.
The traditional wishes for the newly wedded couple were given in form of a poem, recited by a five years old relative in autochthonous idiom. A pleasure both to hear and see.
After having returned from church, again marching behind the brass band, and before entering the inn for the meal, a traditional “Burschenrennen” – a race of the unmarried young men – was held. The price for the winner was a dance with the bride.
As I was kind of backup-photographer at this wedding, I had time and freedom enough to get the “different” frames. It was interesting to see how far I could get without flash. Of course in the church I had the advantage of an overall bright situation, allowing to use a long tele zoom to pick…
Interrupting the merely started series from the Country Wedding, I want to announce the two additions in the galleries section: “Wrapped Trailers”, a find from this year on the island of Krk, Croatia, and “Salzburg From Above”, the result of excursions on the Kapuzinerberg in Salzburg, Austria. The Wedding Series will continue tomorrow.
A country wedding here in Bavaria was and is a day-long event. Family and guests meet well before church for a drink and maybe a soup, the brass band starts playing, and after a while the festive procession of 150+ people walks together towards the decorated church.
The only activity I was able to perform to day was a bit of resting in the shadow, reading a book. So this is a hat shot, summarizing this hot summer day. And this is one of the rare occasions I use shoot/shot in context with photography – for me it’s a much too belligerent…
Carl Weese’s Pink Fire Plug inspired me to for today’s posting. Yesterday I was at a wedding, but those 1200+ images are an intimidating amount even for skulling. It was a rural-style wedding, which had lasted already for 11 hours when I left early, so the number of pictures per hour is not that big…
The third Worldwide Photowalk takes place on July 24th, 2010. Following up last year’s event, I will again lead a photowalk in my hometown, Bad Reichenhall – come rain or come shine. 2009 we had plenty of fun in plenty of rain, so I am optimistic that the first part of the term will be…
Technical University Budapest
Gellert hill, Budapest
There seems to be still an unimpeded joy of colors you won’t find in Germany. But then, we are far more north, probably with a tendency towards melancholy and graveness. Found in the Jewish quarters of Budapest.
Astonishing, what an administration can come up which is forbidden…
Still Budapest, still doorways. Amazing enough that those doors have survived a 100 years or even more, through times when money was an even more scarce resource than now and sensitivity for bourgeouis architectural monuments was certainly not overwhelming. For me it was a bit like delving into the past, or more precisely, swinging between…
I read this labelling recently on The Online Photographer and I can’t help the feeling that it sounds a tad patronizing – but maybe I am only overly sensitive and don’t want to see such a readymade denomination fitting my own selection of images. Yet those streets, facades and doors are a substantial part of…
The wallpapers for July are ready for download on the wallpapers page. This month’s image is from the Kapuzinerberg in Salzburg, where I spent a fruitful evening with friends from the local photography group (not camera club). More images from this event are in the pipeline. Enjoy.
I have not been in this café, just wandered by. But the situation was just perfect, the lens adequate for the light and my hands steady enough, and so I enjoy this image more and more. I have no idea yet how it will print, those night images are always a bit dangerous and need…
“He, who saves one single person, could also save the whole world” – This is the talmudian inscription on the memorial by the Hungarian sculptor Tamas Szabo for the Swiss diplomat Carl Lutz in the Jewish Quarter of Budapest. Carl Lutz worked from 1942 onwards in the Swiss embassy in Budapest, and together with the…
You see, I like contrasts. But it’s not a purposeful act, accomplished by searching through the images and combining the most contrasty ones, no – such finds like the above are only meters away from the wonderful Mai Mano house of yesterday’s post. With Tyler Monson I had a short exchange originating of the reactions…
“Imperial and Royal Court Photographer” – at those times the a good photographer was held in high esteem. Mai Mano, who was allowed to wear this title, was famous for his portraits of children in the Austro-Hungarian Empire. Now his house is the “Hungarian House of Photography” with exhibitions, a bookshop and the daylight studio,…
Tyler Monson (author of the blogs Here Now, Gone Before Long and More Original Refrigerator Art) today published his new book-blog 113 Reykjavik. This is more a book than a blog, presented in its final form, with now additional posts coming, and intended to be read sequentially. Fans of icelandic landscapes with volcanoes of bad…
Mikroszkóp Színpad is a theater in Budapest. While my wideangle zoom gets only rarely exercise, sometimes it proves to be a real asset. But the drawback of using it only rarely is, that I sometimes forget the basics, like in this case: The fastest f-stop was definitely an inconsiderate (non-)choice and introduced a lot of…
Thanks to the long midsummer days, light was sufficient even in the evening for some nice impressions outside the Gellert Bath. The lanterns seem to origin (as the building does) from times of Vienna Secession.
The coffeehouses in Budapest were inviting, especially now as it was neither crowded nor too hot. And with a good sense for design and a certain facileness in decoration they very often formed attractive places to stay. Difficult to resist for someone like me, whose engine runs on coffee of all kinds.
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