This December has been a difficult month for me, filled with stress, pain, grief and worry. Some of that has been relieved now, but the exhaustion has yet to pass. Last weekend, nature showed itself from its most beautiful side and proved once more that a long walk in the face of such beauty can…
These images are part of an ongoing series of multiple exposure photographs that I’ve taken in my local forest. They are visual excerpts of a path that I have walked at least 200 times a year for the last 10 years. Yet, depending on the season, weather, light, my mood and mindset I still uncover new views that…
There’s cold outside and cold on the inside My mind as dark as the winter sun Melancholia’s grip on my mood so tight But surely the light will come There can be no light without the darkness It embraces all like an unwanted child There can be no release without duress But spring will be…
There is no doubt the forest is suffering. Many familiar groves and well-trodden paths have become almost unrecognizable and there have been moments when I thought myself lost on the tracks I wander regularly. Instead of dark and dense witchwood forests there are light-flooded wastelands. It is a time of change, of paradigms shifting. These…
This year’s winter seems to have decided to drop all its snow on us on one single day in February. The next day almost all of it was gone again. The ponds and lakes of the Taunus valleys were filled to the brim and there was a rush of snowmelt water in every stream. The…
Where people build, the forest has to give way. In the past, we used the trees as building materials and for warmth. Nowadays the forest is mostly cleared to make room or money. The newly exposed layer of trees evokes a variety of emotions. It looks vulnerable and violated. Upturned roots and torn branches seem…
An early morning walk in late March by a river in south Germany. The night was still chilly, the ground frozen and a thin layer of mist covered the river valley. The atmosphere mirrored my thoughful mood and I followed the invitation for a solitary walk along the river bank. At least I thought I…
A contemplative walk through a rural winter landscape. It never ceases to amaze me how a layer of snow can turn something ordinary into something delicate and enchanting. One of my favourite poems is the perfect accompaniment. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is…