Late sun, a shadow like a hatchet, the yellow script, what you see is a concrete pillar in a railway station 🙂
I like it how a long lens allows me to cut a narrow strip out of reality. With wider lenses you often need to juxtapose unrelated thing to get a surreal effect. With a long lens you sometimes only have to frame.
Is this an interesting image? Well, in color it certainly was not. In B&W? Maybe.
In reality this is just part of a wheelchair sign in a parking lot in Villach, but doesn’t it look remarkably like the Lambda sign from Half Life? Gordon Freeman was here! Yeah!!
When we arrived at the church, it was actually closed. By chance a nun cleaning in the interior saw us, opened the door, invited us in, gave us lots of background information and finally showed us the baptistery, a room normally closed even at opening times. That’s where I made this image. It’s not only a lucky one, it’s also one I’m proud of 🙂
Carinthia is famous for its tradition of Lenten Veils. Every year at easter time we try to see a few.
This year we managed to see only one, a modern one in the modern church of Saint Peter’s in Klagenfurt.
The old workshop of my father, a window with partially burnt paper behind, some scrap metal that he kept for … what reason?
Questions asked, the only source of answers forever gone.
Not a technically good image, but definitely a nice moment with a magic moon. I wouldn’t have had time for experiments either. I was just bringing the garbage out, while the taxi was waiting to bring me to the railway station 🙂
4000 blog posts, at least one per day, almost eleven years. So, why is this painful?
The image was taken at the hospital on February 20 this year. I was there with my parents to hear the results of my father’s chemotherapy. Basically the cancer in his liver had not receded and instead grown. Further chemotherapy was offered tentatively, but it was clear that he would die some time this year. It was just a matter of how long his liver could carry on working.
It’s a sad image.
Klagenfurt is always more foggy than Villach. At that morning, after I’d left my parents, the image matched my mood.