Relax Cat is Relaxed.

Relax Cat

It’s funny how pets – never mind cats – are among the most overused photo motifs in photography, yet you just can’t get enough of them. Face it, we all love them. I’ll admit I try to eschew the temptation, but this little guy I shot at a friend’s place back in 2008 has remained a favourite over the years.

A print of this photo is up on the wall in my room, and whenever I have people over, they comment on it. So, so here it is for the world to see!

Black and White Visions of Germany.

Two small impressions from Germany, March 2012. These images show the Höchst train station, by Frankfurt, and a log in the fields by Kronberg im Taunus, current hometown of my good friend Marcel and his wonderful girl Britta. These days are sweet memories and remind me of how blessed I am to have the friends I do.

Spring in Germany: (Urban) Nature.

From mid- to late March 2012, I went back to my roots in Germany, visiting friends and family in the Frankfurt area. Not only did I get to reunite with faces and voices from the past, but I also got to meet two penpals: Hannah and Mariam. Hannah’s lovely daughter is frolicking through the shot above. Below are locations in my hometown Königstein (the forest path), good old Frankfurt (the bush and riverside), Kronberg, home of one of my best friends Marcel and his beautiful girl Britta (the blossom), and Gelnhausen (the denim skies).

Shades of Clouds on a Hilly Coastline.

It all smelled like the fresh rain, so soft that it blew in from the seas as mere mist. A gull hung in the air motionless, scanning the ground, then diving down and out of the scene of layered mountains fading into the distance in shades of grey. The coast was carved right into it, and rays of sunlight broke through, occasionally at first, then with growing fervour, to illuminate its features.

These photos were taken on October 8th, 2011, in Cannon Beach, Oregon.

Into the Heart of Winter.

Into the Heart of Winter

All the way up till here, we had pushed forward unwavering, and there we stood, breathing flatly, gazing deep into the heart of winter. We were children awakening from harmonica dreams that had lit up our nights, to the unforgiving grey of the days remaining.

And we sat down and we clung to each other like ice crystals and snowflakes, like nature had designed. And we stared in awe at the infinite beauty and peace.