Not two stations down the line a party of brightly lit shop displays around the Max–Joseph–Platz catch my attention and pull me out of the tram.
igantic heart in the centre of Munich pumps millions of people in and out of its party grounds through blue veins of concrete and steel in a day-long beat.
the september oblique light entering through the gallery of the Dom in Munich sets an interesting light and shade scenario for street photography.
some works of infrastructure happen to become social spaces of gathering like the Hackerbrücke and others become infamous places like the Paul-Heyse tunnel.
Sunday on a mid July afternoon at the see, friends, a game of Kub, laughter, competitiveness, teasing, focusing on the marks, joy, excitement.
Old chained bicycles likely made to be here, waiting for the artist to come down her atelier with her apron still on and take a ride to the café.
wagons once threaded this plain and filled the night with echos of metallic giggle, where now nature and new settlers walk still puzzled around.
grab a blanket, push the curtain aside, enter into the darkness of a cave of light and color, lay anywhere, listen, see, think, sleep.
a newly painted steam locomotive sitting on a section of old rack railroad exibits what travelling to the sanctuary of Montserrat was in the 19th Century.
Along the streets of Valencia you can see the gothic, renaissance, baroque, neoclassic, modernist, bauhaus, constructivism, brutalism, and… well Calatrava
in a warm summer afternoon the sky darkens suddenly and a storm rolls very fast over the 1972 Munich Olympic Games Regatta course taking some casual rowers by surprise. The course lays some 15Km north of Munich and it is declared a historical site.
three exceptional persons met in time and place in Alfeld, Lower Saxony in 1910 to create and build a dream; the Fagus-Werk.
landmarks of Bauhaus architecture and lifestyle mix with the traditional timber framed houses of the old city center in Celle.
twelve killed persons have their names engraved in a granite stone T-shaped memorial under one of the steel cables holding the canopies of the Olympiastadion, in the beloved Olympiapark of Munich.
not even you would go there unless the sting of curiosity pulls you off the state road N230 and up the winding single line road to Montañana.
Unchanged because of the lack of regional wealth to turn them into a more modern Gothic version of themselves, after once the noble family of Erill, enriched after taking part on the „Reconquista“, commissioned them to the best Italian architects of the time.
Days pass dreamlike and nights end well before sunrise in a long wait for the breakfast hour.
Fujifilm X-E3, XF35mm F2, Munich, Germany
sleep, awake, surprised and a call at a public phone over the Banhof at the Donnersbergerbrücke.
crossing glances in the shopping mile of Munich. The overcast sky bathed the streets with perfect diffused light for this purpose.
AUDIO TESTING AREA in a 5-Days-bed-in experimental music event.
Once a too-expensive-to-demolish gas holder that later became an icon of industrial heritage sets an exceptional backdrop for a photography exhibition
A day in Keukenhof is a day surrounded by thousands of visitors from al over the world. Call it the Instagram effect maybe.
A sunset at the beach of Noordwijk in The Netherlands in the early spring makes for a photographic kitch evening backdrop. Dinner at…
street-art under the Donnersbergerbrücke in Munich
Malaucène, the old provence town at the footsteps of the Mont-Ventoux; the mount of the philosophical musings and the strong winds.