Monochrome light like this I’ve met only rarely: Besides a little bluish cast, the subject matter is almost completely without color. Only when viewing the original file at pixel size I found yellowish spots in the rocks, but the rest are just shades of white and grey. Even the fir trees had lost their green…
After some days without noteworthy photographic activities, I made use of the necessary shopping today to deviate my path through a nearby park. But it seems that I am either rusty or can’t yet develop the right feeling for my raw files. So I will let them stay in the folder and revisit later.
A happy new year to you all! When wandering through darkness, with a torch in hand that only illuminates the immediate surroundings, I hope there is a scout ahead with profound knowledge, not merely driven by instincts. This is my wish for 2010.
Well, this (modified) motto of the United States makes up for a good summary of 2009. This is a year that is characterised by disappointments in most of the fields important for humankind: The financial crisis, created by a lunatic fringe of irresponsible bankers with full support of a large crowd of power-obsessed/greedy/intellectually handicapped politicians…
Found in downtown Munich.
In case you wonder: Wearing red underwear on new year’s eve is a tradition in Italy, Spain, Chile and (maybe) Mexico. Just to bring you luck… And if it’s not a real tradition, at least it is marketed as such. Optically it can have it’s merits, even for father christmas.
I know I am late, but as a father of three (one seems to have got lost) Christmas day is full of activities, carrying a harp to the church and back, decorating the tree, rehearsing Christmas carols and the nativity play ranking much higher than photography. But we had a wonderful Christmas Evening and a…
One of those occasions, where everything falls into place: The bus is late for some minutes and the person appears in the window. Now: The right lens is on the camera, the right iso already dialed in, I can just take this one shot, the bus comes and off we go. Was it pure luck?…
Today the kids had their Christmas concert, organised by the harp teacher in the old saline chapel of Bad Reichenhall. The outside of the building,here, does not show what an architectural gem is inside. As I wasn’t there for photography, here only two quick glances. But I will go back there, probably at a better…
Found on the way to Schönram bog. Today I am too tired even for a rant, in spite of such a reason: the ignominious “results” of the Copenhagen talks (I’d wish they became millstone around the necks of those so-called leaders). Enough said.
Whilst winter is still not in full swing – the rare snowflakes that make it to the ground melt during daytime – in Schönram bog the scarce snow makes up for a beautiful landscape: white areas that contrast against the dark logs, green needles that still peek through the snow. As it matches the season…
Whilst yesterday’s image shows a slight lack of sharpness due to the flexibly boggy soil, which moved under the tripod a tiny bit, the pine tree today is almost painfully sharp. And while I do not regret that softness in the complex dreamscape, in today’s image the sharpness I think is crucial – here that…
While working on yesterday’s images, blue in their tint as it was what the Landscapist would label as “entre chien et loup”, I am listening to internet radio. Only recently I got addicted to this vice, after having discovered the wonderful www.wwoz.org, a blues and jazz radio station from New Orleans. Original, traditional blues is…
Similar situation as the one that had led to that post: A birthday party, that time at MacDo’s in Freilassing. It is definitely not my cup of tea, but I try to let my kids find out themselves, and at least this gave me the opportunity to go for 90 minutes to Schönram bog again.…
Christmas Market, Munich The human, understandable reaction answer to the fading colors of our natural surroundings are, what else, more colors. The Christmas bauble and the reflection of the raindrops play nicely with the artificial light, only the blue LED’s, replacing the small Edison-type bulbs on many trees, can get enervating because of their overly…
It’s still too warm for the season. Last week it was like an experiment of snowfall, but it ended after three hours with barely noticable sludge on the streets. But the light is grey and tints the remaining leaves and fruits during the day. Only at night, when the Christmas decoration starts to scintillate, some…
The past years have seen a constant revival of “traditional” in every context. This led to some odd results, especially ugly and hard to escape in “folksy” music. So please notice that in fashion speak men don’t really need a head – a facility for fixing the hat would suffice.
Couldn’t help it: That Santa Claus head next to a red garter reminded me of Salome’s dance and its tragic consequences…
In the alpine region there are still remnants from pagan or, more friendly, pre-christian times alive. The Krampus, in some traditions escorts of Bishop Nikolaus, are connected to the rite of the 12 days or Rauhnächte, where the expulsion of ghosts was tried with dances of wild, disguised figures. December 5/6 is taken into this…
In these not so bright days and with strictly limited daylight time budget for photography, the nearby parks and gardens are a natural choice. Using my primes at wide open f-stops, I always have to translate the image during framing as the viewfinder does not at all show the abstract patterns that get recorded by…
A year ago we have had some really cold days even before december started, but this year it’s been a wam fall and up to now a warm winter. The situation above I do remember as a freezing cold scenery where I added just a tiny bit colder color temperature to better visualize what I…
Sorry, but this kind of Santa Claus creates stomach churning feelings – it’s more a threat than a friendly reminder of christmas-to-be. I think it qualifies for a gallery of the “most ugly chrismas decorations” that Bernd over at babaoskar shoots back was intending. I do like the less agressively painted “Nikolaus” figures, the ones…
found at the entrance of a private park, open to the public.
More leaves, less words. These pictures seem to become more interesting the more time I spend editing and closely looking at them. And not only on the main subject, the leaves, but also on the way they interact with their environment. Can’t help it – I really like those images.