Sometimes I encounter images that have a power all their own. Perhaps they show new visual paths or attract thoughts that vanish with a linguistic explanation. Maybe I just imagine their effect and it simply doesn’t let me go. Often they are created on the side, without much effort, are aimless and timeless and have no context, yet have a mysterious energy of their own.
Often I simply like them and I don’t know why. Perhaps they are a prospect of possibilities for my cameras – as yet unknown to me.
The sky is wondering whether to turn blue. Life is wondering what to do next. I wonder why I like these questions.
It’s easy to put the smartphone away. But not to touch it again quickly is a challenge. Some photo jobs demand that you surrender to a really clear symbolism.
In the business world, sometimes the bustle bends to questioning, without those involved deviating from what they consider to be the straight path.
For freelancers like me, this motto on the fringes of a seminar for employees always applies. If I accept an assignment, it goes without saying that it has my full attention and manpower. But it’s good to be reminded of that too.
The light-hearted and the coincidence sometimes leads to a picture composition that is free from the burden of planning, as it is otherwise unfortunately far too often the case, so that the photo appears to be constructed in a stable way.
I regularly feel a connection with those who are hurrying along. Mostly triggered by the commonality of working past one another. I love being allowed to observe with the camera. Not to be directly part of what is happening and to contribute something so that everything succeeds.
Really everywhere the human power of order is asserting itself. As a photographer for companies, you see many traces of the most diverse organizational talent. I like handwritten instructions and learn so much about the fragile sculpture of collaboration.
Our country is so beautiful and with luck it gives us its advantages in several ways.
I am unquestionably without an answer.
This is a very old photo. It has easily crossed the threshold that separates what is important to me from what has been forgotten. I don’t know why. I just like it.
Thanks to the protagonists, the interpretation as freedom or loneliness turns out clearly. Such a swan family seems happy, no matter how far away the next shore is. If they were human swimmers, the same might feel uneasy.
Imagination could grow out of white walls, if you like to spend your time between them. Whether this happens often remains rather hidden for me as a photographing short visitor in such offices.
This photo is the image of a poignant memory of a girl who had to end violently. What really remains when a person is lost?
Water during permanent residence outside of time. The camera is his trainer.
Personal photography: Other people’s thoughts leave traces in a photograph, there is a lot I like about it.
Friedrich Schiller is standing in the square named after him in Stuttgart. During his desertion from here to Mannheim in the Electoral Palatinate he was sitting in a carriage. An airplane was completely unknown to the famous military doctor and budding poet.
As a photographer you are very often the beneficiary of what surrounds you. Rich landscape, unusual light, impressive people, remarkable situations in front of the camera. It’s good if you can’t get past them.
Romanticism may also contain power lines as long as their arrangement preserves or even complements the tender and poetic.
The DAX board goes off at 5:30. No more clattering of the small magnetic tiles, which now all display black until 9 a.m.
This “now!” could cause a reflection of your own actions in front of yourself. As a little Kant you have a simple answer to what you should do now and with it always: You just act as everyone should be treated.
The photo could be a symbol for consumption and abrasion, for internal and external wear. Or it could also be a symbol of persistence and endurance, of creativity and determination. It’s my late father’s keyboard.
It is important to think about our demands and the price for it. There are some sacrifices we demand in order to be well. Here, at least, it is clearly recognizable what we are willing to eat to our fill.
Personal photography: To penetrate into the everyday life of someone else with the camera remains an adventure.
Even if they do not realize that they are flying to their company, bees may find their hive more easily.
Photos change their meaning with the viewer. In the past, this already older photo stood for me for progress and renewal, old must go out, new comes in. Today it’s a warning that if you’re too heavy and inflexible, you can easily end up on the scrap heap.￼
The sound of the pickaxe hacking into the metal tank was loud enough to be unforgettable for me. The splashing of the gasoline was drowned out by the noise of the big shredders.
Personal photography: An excavator moves earth.
The oldest photo here lives from the millisecond in which it was taken. That the woman lost her head like that, she didn’t even realize.
To have the whole in view, to connect the outer with the inner, to learn for what is feasible from what is too powerful, these are the wisdoms of every coaching workshop.
Heaven belongs to the successful as long as the earth does not have enough of all this.
“The main thing about everything is that we don’t stop wondering.” As a curious photographer I can agree with this sentence of the pedagogue and artist Hugo Kükelhaus. But I’m also curious why he organized exhibitions for the Hitler regime.
Personal photography: Being far away is also a motive.
Personal photography: Participation needs more than a camera.
Leave all the official stuff aside, for a moment not paying attention to the requirements of the job. A few seconds to see a man instead of his function. With Steve Jobs, I had been able to do that for me and my second there.
Every night is an opportunity to feel the lonely and the communality. What is hidden behind which window is important only for the one who lives there or who is capable of imagination.
Personal photography: Forever gone, the south tower was the second to collapse.
Personal photography: Der Frankfurter Europaturm im Nebel. Unten sieht man den grauen, langen Schaft aus Beton, wie er ab der Mitte des Bildes im weißen Nichts verschwindet.
Even insignificant and short moments can be given a long life with the help of photography. And in line 15 the backrests are higher today.
Romanticism carries the risk that everything else will be optically too weak. Anyway, you just can’t get past the setting sun.
Thanks to Hunger on the set I generated a photo worthy of interpretation.
An image that can be a bridge to one’s own childhood, or a bridge to a past time, or a bridge to something we wish in vain that it remains.
Anyone who says roller coaster has probably never ridden this megacoaster.
Personal photography: Colourful observation is one of the core elements for colored photos.
Personal photography: Digging is the nature of an excavator.
It remains unclear who is the locked-in.
It’s nice to be able to retreat to the green alone and away from the business meeting.
Jonathan Livingston Seagull flies his own way and I fondly remember the wonderful novel “The Jonathan Seagull” by Richard Bach and the beautiful photos by Russell Munson in it. So this photo gets another meaning.
Personal photography: Dachau is a town near Munich and remains a place of horror.
This snowman will not survive either. He is slowly running out of air, just as we are running out of snow, because nobody wants to look through the window.
Like a glimpse into the bright, cross-striped future.