Not every day you get the chance to do a photo shoot with a double world champion in fencing.
Yana won with the russian team the world championship in 2013 and 2014. So by the way she is as well a excellent photographer which was even more a motivation for that day we spend in Moscow.
Thank you for that great time we had together. It was a pleasure. Touché ! 🙂 Hugs and kisses to you and Lena.
Here more about Yana Zvereva.
“It’s an illusion that photos are made with a camera… …they are made with the eye, heart and head.” (Henri Cartier-Bresson)
Reinhold Staden is a true catcher of the ray. I’m fascinated by his work and it was a great pleasure to follow him in his world of landscape photography. Besides the above mentioned skills, I was impressed how Reinhold use his ability to dive into his imagination to combine his technique, endurance and claim for quality.
In this post you’ll find some impression of Reinholds field of work in the beautiful Ammerland/Lower Saxonia/Germany. A man at work.
“Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?
We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?”
(Haruki Murakami, ‘The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle’)
What is it that pull us to the water’s edge?
The solidarity with a place that feed us
A chance to wash down our past and start something new
The innocent joy and happiness
Or the longing to got a faithful listener for our dreams and sorrows
Who knows… …but we go down to the water’s edge
“I just want to apologize to Josh’s mom, and Mike’s mom, and my mom. I am so sorry! Because it was my fault. I was the one who brought them here. I was the one that said “keep going south.” I was the one who said that we were not lost. It was my fault, because it was my project. I am so scared! I don’t know what’s out there. We are going to die out here! I am so scared!”
“I gave you BACK the map, Heather.”
“I gave you the map.”
“I gave you BACK… THE MAP.”
“I’m scared to close my eyes. I’m scared to open them.”
B L A I R W I T C H P R O J E C T ( USA, 1999)
Many different people crossed our ways when we were young. There were the leaders of the pack. The shiny ones and their fellowship. The loud ones who try to tell you week by week what’s hip to do. The silent ones, the sad, the inconspicuous……but there were as well the ones who just appear like shadows on the wall. But they were there… …and they attracting my attention more then all the others, because they seem to know the way out of here…
“..to trade in these wings on some wheels
From your front porch to my front seat
The door’s open but the ride ain’t free
And in the lonely cool before dawn
You hear their engines rolling on
But when you get to the porch, they’re gone on the wind
So Mary, climb in
It’s a town full of losers, I’m pulling out of here to win”
please click here for this wonderful soundtrack (THUNDER ROAD, Bruce Springsteen)
This is for this guy who left his shadow on each this three pix… ..and for his ‘Mary’!
‘Hello cowgirl in the sand
Is this place at your command?
Can I stay here for a while?
Can I see your sweet, sweet smile’
click here ‘Cowgirl in the Sand’ (Neil Young)
When there was only darkness!
No star above us!
There was always you!
The Nón lá, the vietnamese rice hat. This style of hat is used primarily as protection from the sun and rain. When made of straw or matting, it can be dipped in water and worn as an impromptu evaporative-cooling device. By its diameter of 40 cm it also covers the average size of a shoulder from snakes falling out of trees. Hmm, good to know.
There may be nine million bicycles in Beijing. There may be in average two cars washed every saturday somewhere by one family in the western world. There are scooters in Vietnam. A lot! Not to express your lifestyle. Not just to cruise around. Just to let the vietnamese world spinning around. A world with wonderful people. Does this millions and millions scooters seem like a flood of anonymous vehicles? This is not about the scooters. This about the million individual stories of the people who ride it!