2024.05 The Saints of Crete

2024.05 The Saints of Crete

A cracked electricity meter stands guard by every door, easily mistaken for a postbox. Take a few steps back, and every house will tell you its dilapidated story of life and neglect. Read the layers of stone, crumbling mortar, abandoned attempts at renovation,...
Too Little, Too Much

Too Little, Too Much

A new album of images found in search of stillness. HERE Social media take more than they offer. I let my readers decide if they want to share my work. If you enjoyed the read or connected with the photographs, send this to a friend. Thank...
Spilled Milk

Spilled Milk

Most mornings, after finishing my meditation, I move to the kitchen to have my morning mix of different cereals. A little bit of everything from various boxes, with raisins thrown in the mix. On the fateful day of the 13th of July, my ritual hit a snag. No milk in the...
Connection

Connection

In search of stillness, in search of light. In search of meaning. More and more, I ask myself: Why did I take this fucking picture?  Really, a chair in a downtown macdonalds, a glint of light on heated-up stone squares on a train platform, with gravel glistening...
In Search of Stillness

In Search of Stillness

A whole month has tumbled past at a breakneck pace. Unlike me at the Berlin half-marathon. There I just tumbled forward, slower and slower, watching the tunnel of people in front of me extend to infinity as they passed me. No matter. I finished the run and could even...
A Portrait Not Taken

A Portrait Not Taken

Some portraits not taken haunt me. A train conductor wearing the magenta uniform of the DB (Deutsche Bahn) standing past a glass door to the side of the Berlin Central Station. Buttons undone, he’s staring between his shoes, moving grains of gravel mixed with...