My way of seeing

A new year is just around the corner. And once again, many are rethinking their attitudes and behaviours.I, too, am always engaged in self-critical reflection regarding one of my most important occupations: 

The quest to create a so-called click image. An image that triggers a feeling of aesthetics and harmony in my brain.

Is it really necessary to always create a so-called click picture or is it perhaps more important to be outside and enjoy nature, to enjoy the fresh air and movement, to experience the tranquillity of analogue direct nature?
To be away from the constant digital manipulation? 
To be detached from the recognition of likes on social media?
I will change my social media behaviour from now on.

I wish everyone who made it here a happy new year and I will be very happy to receive an email with your thoughts.



Ein neues Jahr steht vor der Tür. Und wieder einmal überdenken viele ihre Einstellungen und Verhaltensweisen.Auch ich bin immer wieder damit beschäftigt, eine meiner wichtigsten Beschäftigungen selbstkritisch zu reflektieren: 

Das Bestreben, ein so genanntes Klickbild zu schaffen.
Ein Bild, das in meinem Gehirn ein Gefühl von Ästhetik und Harmonie auslöst.

Ist es wirklich notwendig, immer ein sogenanntes Klickbild zu erstellen oder ist es vielleicht wichtiger, draußen zu sein und die Natur zu genießen, sich an der frischen Luft und der Bewegung zu erfreuen, die Ruhe der analogen direkten Natur zu erleben?
Weg zu sein von der ständigen digitalen Manipulation? 
Losgelöst zu sein von der Anerkennung durch Likes in den sozialen Medien?
Ich werde mein Verhalten in Bezug auf soziale Medien von nun an ändern und ich freue mich über eine Email mit euren Gedanken.




Grand Scenic



It is early morning, with my rickety, small, green jeep I rattle over a dead straight, damp and therefore fortunately dust-free gravel road from Godafoss in the north of Iceland towards the south. The clouds hang low and wrap the barren mountains to the right and left of the elongated valley in dark gray, sometimes almost black veils. The steady clacking, of the somewhat wobbly hood, puts me in an almost trance-like state. The brown-yellow bizarre lunar landscape with its isolated green sprinkles and lonely homesteads as well as the rushing river, along which the track runs, begin to cast a spell on me more and more.

I am immensely fascinated by the coloring of the landscape and its special structures. Why does one find this rather barren landscape beautiful? Does this beauty have a purpose? Is it only a subjective feeling that we humans perceive certain landscapes as beautiful? Questions upon questions occupy me, and I come to the conclusion that colors and shapes form an inseparable unity with the landscape, indeed that color and forms give landscapes their final shape in the first place. Perhaps it is precisely this symbiosis of colour and form that ensures that we are fascinated by landscapes and thus strive to preserve them rather than destroy them.

At the end of the track, the slope becomes rough, steep and uneven and I have to focus all my attention on driving again. Arriving at the destination of the ride, a rough path leads downhill and behind a bend, a view of Aldeyarfoss opens up – suddenly and surprisingly. I stop and take a deep breath: This is one of those incredible moments of wonder that keep popping up in Iceland in so many places. I usually set off without a plan, let myself be guided by chance, follow beautiful places and light moods and see what happens. Here, however, a veritable rush of images explodes before my eyes. I stop, calm down and just enjoy the overwhelming feeling at the sight of the natural power and beauty of the waterfall.



After my initial excitement has subsided, I become aware of the scenery that gives Aldeyarfoss its imposing appearance in the first place. There are bizarre basalt columns framing the plunging water, and these in turn merge into a wild plain that loses itself into the nearby highlands. One motif after another imposes itself. Without realising it, I am in the flow, a lightness comes over me and I feel at one with the surroundings. For me, these are moments in which I forget time and space: I can start taking photographs.


First, I try to find an order in the chaos of the basalt chunks. I love minimalism, so there are usually only a few main characters in my pictures. Here, it is the forces of nature themselves that have created the scene and which I want to capture and express: the destructive but also creative power of the water – the chaos of the stones – the millennia-old structures of the pillars shaped by wind and weather – the transition to the vastness of the highlands – the surrounding landscape that has been and still is being modelled by the river. Everything is interrelated in this picture.

I captured motifs upon motifs today. Once again, I forgot about time and everyday life while photographing, enjoyed the inner excitement of taking pictures. To this day, when I look at this photo, I feel the intensity of the experience on this special day.



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