Stories to tell … Posted on 23. Februar 202125. Februar 2021 by admin1951 I photographed the man in the trench coat in New York City a few years ago. I think it was near Times Square. I was fascinated by his outfit, which is classic but never goes out of style. I saw a fascinating spectacle at Inle Lake in Myanmar. Balancing on narrow boats, the one-legged fishermen loop one leg around the oar and move it while standing. So he has one hand free for his fish trap. They expect a tip from tourists. Diving into the story of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s “Great Gatsby” is at the top of the wish list of many Art Nouveau fans. Napier on the North Island of New Zealand has a unique Art Deco architecture. It is thanks to the massive earthquake that shook the coastal region around Hawke’s Bay 90 years ago and razed Napier to the ground. Reconstruction began immediately after the disaster in spring 1921. Architects and town planners had to meet certain requirements: The new buildings had to be in the style of the time: Art Deco, Classic Modernism, Art Nouveau. Usually in February visitors from all over the world stroll through the town and around the Tom Parker fountain, the sculpture of which is illuminated at night. Covid-19 will prevent international tourists from entering the country in 2021. Celebrating in the style of Jay Gatsby, Daisy Buchanan and Nick Carraway is currently only allowed for residents. A man sits on the street in Bamako, Mali and reads. I knew that would give a coherent picture. The indigo blue of his caftan and the devotion with which he immersed himself in a book prompted me to take this photo. I don’t remember which exhibition that was. I don’t remember the museum either. Only this scene stuck in my head. I discovered this historical mailbox in Marktbreit, a small town in Lower Franconia. It still works today. Barcelona. Independence for Catalonia or not? The polling stations are open. “You need mountains, long staircases don’t make good hikers“, said Indian author Amit Kalandri. What do mountaineers really think about when they see the summit cross? What is the attraction of this extreme sport anyway? Is it the closeness to God that you can feel up there? Or the grandeur of the sight of everything that has to bow to height? Lifeguards usually sit here. But it was the last beautiful days in late autumn and nobody went swimming anymore. The more I was fascinated by the light and the emptiness of the place. I remember traveling in the mountains as a child. We were a group of people and I had to go to the loo. Urgent. But I didn’t trust myself to say it out loud. And then came the alpine hut and the lunch everyone had longed for. And the door and the place behind it was my place of longing. What will this Libra have already experienced in its life? How many owners will it have served faithfully? I discovered it at an antique market in Austria. I like old bureaus. Especially when they are filled with life. Who may have sat by them, which letters were written and sealed here? Imagination is always an illusion. It is common for women and children to fetch water from the well in developing countries. They often have to walk for hours to get to the next water source. I met the little girl in South Sudan a few years ago. It was a time when drought, famine and civil war threatened people. Even today, the crisis-ridden South Sudan is one of the poorest countries in the world. Life is colorful. At least that’s what we want. Everyone can only judge what reality actually looks like for themselves. But dreams are always allowed. Why not dive into the realm of colorful pebbles and marbles? A little imagination has never hurt anyone. Why do we long for a beauty that we are also skeptical about? Because we will never find the beauty that we one hundred percent affirm. At least for ourselves. Because there are always others who are more flawless and whose ideals we will never achieve. What may be hidden in these subjects? Love letters? Documents that you don’t want to share with anyone? Or just emptiness, without meaning or purpose? Old wooden groynes (Buhnen) on the beach in Westerland, Sylt. As early as 1867, the first rows of groynes made of solid oak logs were rammed six meters deep into the sand and protruded one meter from the water. But the floods continued to carry away the sand and in 1968 the construction of the groynes was stopped. They are to be demolished by 2023. However, this leads to protests on the island. The “Buhne 16” location near Kampen, Sylt is still legendary today. Wild parties were held here as early as the 1960s. Guests like Gunter Sachs and Brigitte Bardot were regulars. The place can only be reached via a dune walk. This is my companion Brad. A former street dog from Mexico. Meanwhile he waits patiently when I’m looking for a subject with my camera. And that can take a while! Have you ever forgotten or drunk your water bottle during a long hike? Feel how your throat burns, your tongue goes dry and your thirst is almost crazy? And suddenly there is a kiosk and a bottle of mineral water. What could be more promising? Beach and snow is actually a contradiction in terms. But when both contours result in these picturesque colors, one cannot escape the fascination of the interplay. The photo was taken in Westerland on Sylt. A nostalgic train ride with the Mainschleifenbahn between Seligenstadt near Würzburg and Astheim. Winter 2021 on Sylt. An icy North Sea prevents the ferry from List to Rømø in Denmark. The sunset is one of the most magical and romantic moments you can imagine. Numerous myths and dreams surround the moment when the almost blood-red horizon sinks into the sea.