Sometimes a film surprises me – in a good or in a bad way. The film I used to take the above picture was in my main luggage on a journey to New York City in 2012.
That seems to be how my friends perceive me. And I cannot blame them for that because my flat currently is home to at least 40 different analogue cameras. So it should not have come as a surprise when a friend gave me another beautiful camera for my birthday a few weeks ago.
I think this quote from T.S. Eliot fits perfectly when I think about ‚home‘, or more precisely, ‚Heimat‘. Because ‚home‘ can be everywhere I have lived for some time, home is my flat, the town I am living in right now. Home is the place I come back to after work. But ‚Heimat‘ is the place I was born, the town or village I grew up in.
I’ve once again been to Volkspark Rehberge. Instead of the yellow autumn light I encountered at the last visit, the park was now covered by a wintery snowy blanket. People enjoyed a walk in this winter wonderland, went for a jog, let their dogs play happily in the fluffy snow or enjoyed a sledging down that marvellous hill that’s perfect for this activity.
I love the sea. Water is my element. The endless horizon calms me and so does the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore. I love how the wind tousles my hair and how the spray covers my glasses with tiny drops of salty sea water.
Old graveyards fascinate me. Especially when they are no longer in use and are hidden in places no one would suspect an old burial ground. Between town houses, in the middle of a public park, next to an ordinary parking lot or you stumble upon them while exploring an old forest. Highgate Cemetery is a bit different. It is not hidden but situated on Highgate Hill (near Hampstead Heath) and in Victorian times, one must’ve had an amazing view across London from there. Opened 1839 it was one of the first cemeteries that was not directly attached to an individual church. Since inner city graveyards could no longer cope with the amount of burials taken place, Londoners had to find alternatives to bury their dead. So Highgate Cemetery became one of the seven large graveyards outside the City. The location and the view soon became very popular and people did not only come there to pay respect to the deceased but used Highgate as a place for a picnic after a nice Sunday walk in the clean, fresh air. What also makes this cemetery a special place is the way the graves are arranged. On any german „Parkfriedhof“ there would be a very […]
Hamburg already had their little winterwonderland experience this November, even in Hannover they had some snow. Berlin, on the other hand has so far not seen a single snowflake. So I was really happy that one of the films I picked up was one from January 2016 – when I was at my parents to go sledding. We went to one of the neighbouring villages and sled down the hill into the fields. I took these pictures with my old, trustworthy Pentacon Six on Ilford HP5 400 film.
I am not an autumn person at all. But sometimes, when the weather is nice and the sun shines through the yellow and orange leaves, then everything about autumn is perfect for a while. Then I suddenly find myself sitting on my bike on my way to the nearest park or forest. Last weekend it was the Rehberge park in the north of Berlin: a sheer endless area full of trees, meadows, cute dogs and people enjoying the rare sunshine before the rainy and dark days return. For some pictures you need to have a closer look at the ground you are standing on. Peel your eyes away from the lovely autumn colours and the blue sky to discover what is hidden underneath and next to your feet. Acorns, little mushrooms, spiders, cobwebs, and fir cones litter the ground. Don’t be afraid to get your trousers all muddy. Ignore the passers-by that stare at you while you are lying flat on the ground to take a picture of some tiny mushrooms hidden underneath a yellow leaf. Sometimes the best pictures happen when you ignore the world around you. Taking pictures of complete strangers is not something I do every day but […]
Brighton – a dream come true. This town had been on my „must visit“ list for a long time. There is simply so much to see! Little shops, cafés, photography shops, the Pier, the seaside, seagulls… And of course: friends! Who were so kind and invited me to stay at their place for a few days. Because I was already in London, I simply took the train from London Victoria to Brighton (BTN). Travel time is about one hour and a return ticket costs around £ 34.50. I arrived in the late afternoon hours so we did not have much time to do a quick walk around the town. Instead, we had delicious bagels at Bagelman first before we headed over to the Duke of York’s picture house to see a National Theatre Live screening of „The Deep Blue Sea“, starring Helen McCrory. In case you’ve never seen one of the NTA’s live screenings: I recommend it to anyone with an interest in theatre but not enough money to travel to London every week to see the productions live on stage. It’s a great experience! But that’s only one reason why I came to Brighton. The next day we explored the […]