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Elsa, the dog. Reno, Nevada in 2017. Dust turns to mud. Mud gets covered by snow.You forget how it looked like.You forget what it felt like to get stuck in it. The snow made it
Photography & Graphicdesign
Elsa, the dog. Reno, Nevada in 2017. Dust turns to mud. Mud gets covered by snow.You forget how it looked like.You forget what it felt like to get stuck in it. The snow made it
Und zu Beginn, ein Zitat mir meiner liebsten Autoren. Nicht steht mir zu, über eines andern Leben zu urteilen! Für mich allein muß ich urteilen, muß ich wählen, muß ich ablehnen. – Hermann Hesse _______
Photos taken on Banana Beach, Santa Teresa, Costa Ricaon the 20th of December 2 0 1 6 “You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,Love like you’ll never be hurt,Sing like there’s nobody listening,And live like
Santa Teresa, Costa Rica 2016 I think we all need to go bananas sometimes. Hope you had nice holidays. Peace out. (I would love to show more of my photograph but this stupid Apple Machine
“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.” – William Shakespeare All photographs were taken in December 2016 Banana Beach, Santa Teresa „The Beach“ | | p u r a . v i d
Santa Teresa, Costa Rica _____________ 4th of December and wasted. (Rodrigo a.k.a. PERRO LOKKO a.k.a. Puerto Rico). I haven’t written for a while. Paradise is not always fucking Paradise.
all shot on 35mm film again in Munich and Stuttgart again, but different days and nights than the ones in the post before this one, Germay fall 2016 Uschi looking ready for the ski sesh
analogue photography on 35mm film, with my lovely PENTAX ME super Göppingen, Germany. im September 2016 me, leaving this country soon.
35mm Film __ Antholz. Südtirol, Italien – Ende August 2016 Muskelkater in den Beinen, Lagerfeuer an einem eisig kaltem See (und das im Hochsommer) mit Naturburschen, die gerne durch Lüfte gleiten und a guade Brotzeit
Time flies.We all know that.So what a lovely thing this is – photography.Holding up, collecting memories, moments. Almost forgotten in all those stupid and countless jags.Thanks to you, my sweet Nikon, for surviving the moody