Thursday, December 20, 2007
My day will start in 30 minutes and it will be a very long day - hopefully.
I'm about to spend one whole day - 24 hours - with taking photos.
The intention is just to see what happens if I live one day with very open eyes. I chose the day with the least daylight of the year: December 21st.
I want to take at least one photo every 15 minutes while strolling through Nuremberg. A friend will be with me.
Guys, I'm really amazed because I have no idea whether I'll stand 24 hours or not.
I'll share my impressions with you very soon. See you on Dec. 22nd.
There will also be a dedicated website for this day: www.twentyone24.de
Sunday, December 16, 2007
You look through your window trying to find out how the world behind it works.
Sometimes you are simply not able to get a view to the outside because all you see is a reflection of our own small world.
If you are lucky you at least realize that it isn't the outside world you see but only the inside of your head. If you are unlucky you stick to that illusion of the world.
In this case I simply had to switch out all lights to see the nightly village I live in. Switching off the lights to be able to explore the world seems to be vital.
This photo is my contribution to the task "Out of my Window" of my Flickr group "Project: Glimpse". See the group's page for more photos and infos about its weekly tasks.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Unwrap a touch and throw away the wrapping.
Actually it was the wrapping for a touch protoection - a shin guard (German: Schienbeinschoner).
Except from sports touch protections are not very helpful, are they?
Protectors work if you want to avoid being injured but too much guards make you inmovable and you'll never feel the real life.
This photo is my contribution to the task "Trash" of my Flickr group "Project: Glimpse". See the group's page for more photos and infos about its weekly tasks.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
This time in German as an exception. I wrote it in German and I'm too lazy to translate.
Da stand er dann also. Schon seit zwei Stunden stand er da, inmitten dieses Bienenstocks, dem die Eingangshalle des Bahnhofs an einem Sonntagabend gleicht.
"Hero by Choice" - lachhaft.
Das Einzige, das er wirklich "by Choice" gewählt hatte, war, sich zum Affen zu machen.
"Hero by Choice", das stand hinten auf seiner weißen Jacke.
Es war seine Lieblingsjacke, klar. Eigentlich sie sie etwas lächerlich aus, gerade an ihm. Mit seinen 39 Jahren schimmerte an seinem Hinterkopf schon mehr Kopfhaut durch, als es seinen schulterlangen Haaren gut tat. Insgeheim wusste er, dass sie ihn mit dieser Jacke nicht ernst nehmen würde, aber er fühlte sich stärker mit diesem "Hero by Choice" - ein bisschen zumindest.
Aber nicht stark genug.
Ansonsten würde er nicht jetzt schon zwei Stunden hier stehen, an das Geländer der Eingangstreppe gelehnt, so lässig wie es nur ging.
Und es ging ziemlich schlecht, denn SIE war nur 20 Meter entfernt.
Wie immer hatte sie ihr langes schwarzes Haar streng nach hinten gekämmt und zu einem Zopf gebunden. Mit ihrer Uniform der Deutschen Bahn war sie das hübscheste Mädchen der Welt. So viel war klar.
Er hatte sich das ganz genau überlegt:
Er würde einfach hingehen zu ihr an den Info-Schalter, sie würde ihn etwas gestresst anschauen und fragen "Wie kann ich ihnen helfen?".
Er würde sein gewinnendes Lächeln aufsetzten und antworten "Indem sie sich das Gedicht anhören, das ich für sie geschrieben habe."
Sei würde sprachlos sein, ihn ungläubig mit ihren großen, unglaublich dunklen Augen anschauen und wenn er nicht augenblicklich in diesen Augen ertränke, würde er einfach loslegen.
Die Idee mit dem Gedicht hatte er schon vor drei Wochen. Seitdem schrieb er an den Zeilen und versuchte, jeden Morgen auf dem Weg zum Zug einen kurzen Blick auf sie zu erhaschen.
Er war wahrlich kein Dichter aber in diese Worte hatte er sein ganzes Gefühl gelegt und sogar noch etwas mehr.
Nun stand er da also und seine Lippen bewegten sich, als er sich sein Gedicht wieder und wieder leise vorsagte.
"Du willst ein Held sein?", dachte er.
"Du bist die größte Pfeife des Jahrhunderts".
"Ein lächerlicher Typ mit lichtem Haar, einer doofen Jacken und keinem Mumm, um sein Mädchen anzusprechen. Sie würde dir eh nicht zuhören. Nie im Leben."
Vor allem nicht, solange sich die dritte Zeile nicht richtig reimte. Das war die entscheidende Zeile.
Also lieber noch mal heimfahren, am Gedicht feilen und morgen noch mal kommen.
Am Besten wäre eh, er vergäße sie gleich ganz.
Seine Lippen bewegten sich, als er, seine Verse rezitierend die Treppe hinunter und nach Hause ging.
Aber ein "Hero by Choice" war er trotzdem, fand er.
Morgen ganz bestimmt.
Die kleine Geschichte ist entstanden, als mir aufgetragen war, am Bahnhof Leute zu beobachten und rauszufinden, welche Geschichte zu ihnen gehören könnte. Der Mann mit der "Hero by Choice" Jacke lehnte lange am Geländer der Eingangshalle und ging dann, leise die Lippen bewegend, in Gedanken versunken die Treppe hinunter und davon.
Die Geschichte ist für Dich - Du weißt, wer Du bist.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Shoes unveil the differences between men and women. That's one of my basic beliefs.
It seems that women buy shoes because of the color, the style, because it's Wednesday or to have them prior to the other girls.
Guys have shoes for a purpose. Just for a purpose. And if a guy has more than just one pair of shoes one can assume that he has to deal with more than one special situation.
I thought about looking at things that are considered as "typically girlish" from a men's perspective and "the shoe prinicple" was the result.
Well, to be honest, I was surprised how many special-purpose-shoes I have. It's a little bit womanish, don't you think?
I added several notes to the photo. You have to click on it to see the notes on Flickr.
This photo is my contribution to the task "Guy Things" of my Flickr group "Project: Glimpse". See the group's page for more photos and infos about its weekly tasks.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Do you see the drops on the window? It's no rain on the outer surface but humidity from the inside.
The band "Queens of the Stone Age" played a few songs unplugged in a small record store in Erlangen for free. I have no clue where all the folks knew about it but the room was incredibly packed and after a while it was like a sauna. Dunno whether this was a good thing for the CDs the shop wanted to sell but I liked the short gig, though.
Unfortunately I wasn't able to come close to the "stage" and the photo above is only the blurry crop of an overhead-shot.
Finally I visited a Poetry Slam - kind of unexpected.
It's an event where everyone can enter the stage and read own short stories or poems. I just "visited" the slam - I didn't participated.
It was amazing how full the pub was - I never expected so many (mostly young) folks to be interested in such things.
The lectures ranged from short poems about catastrophes over vampire stories and rapped texts to very powerfully eloquent fictions about love.
Finally a girl from Berlin won. It seemed that this wasn't the first Poetry Slam she attended but she was very worthy. Her name was Sookee and she smoothed my ears (and my head) by piling up words so artful that I felt almost speechless with the few simple words I use in my all days life. Well, at least it showed the power and beauty of my language which is not a bad thing.
There was another girl reading two texts named "Plase don't stop" and "Please stop" that were very inspiring to me. The reminded me of my Lifeworthy-Lists. Actually I wanted to ask her whether she could eMail me the stuff but of course I missed her. Always the same.
I tried to force my friends (and one stranger) into writing some instant poems using the form of Japanese Haikus. I wasn't very successful and all I got was one Haiku from a friend and one from me. Maybe the themes we chose were too weird. The themes were "Katzengras" (cat grass) and "Marmeladbrötchen" (jam roll).
I'm not going to translate the Haikus and the stranger told us that they are extremely bad but it was fun to invent them. Probably I should stop bothering the world around me with stupid tasks.
Oh, just in case you are not familiar with Haikus: Mostly they consist of 3 lines with exactly 17 syllables in summary - five for the first line, then seven and 5 syllables at the end.
Möbel von Ikea
Nachttischleuchte vom Aldi
Ach - viel lieber wär ich ein
It's been a while since I wrote (counted?) my last Haiku. Although I don't plan to attend at a Poetry Slam I already found myself counting syllables with my fingers while driving home. Am I a poet now?
Up the poets!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
The sandwich of my colleague looked somewhat strange. I looked at it until I found out what was wrong with it.
It was an alligator and just the eyes were missing. Just by adding two coffee beans from the table decoration the sandwich turned into its real destination - an sandwich alligator.
In so many situations I'm aware that I'm pretty close to the core of it but I don't manage to find out what's missing to make it clear. I really have to improve my skills in adding eyes to my life.
Monday, November 12, 2007
I have a water wing around the shift stick of the car I drive around with.
In Germany we say a car is "swimming" when it comes to aquaplaning and having a water wing could help then, couldn't it?
Maybe one should have some kind of water wing at hand for aquaplaning situations in life. Hopefully there's enough breath left to inflate it then.
Mmh, actually one needs both wings to make it work. Unfortunately I have only one left.
This photo is my contribution to the task "Car Interiors" of my Flickr group "Project: Glimpse". See the group's page for more photos and infos about its weekly tasks.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
There are working days and there are princess days.
Working days are not necessarily bad but the are, well, common.
A princess day has at least one short moment that lifts your spirit and inspires you.
Most of the time it's hard to make a day a princess day but it's surprisingly easy to help others switching their day into princess mode.
The girl on the photo was the sales girl in an accessory shop in the Main Station in Nuremberg. While shooting some photos in the shop I asked her what of the products she like most was never bought so far and whether she's waiting for someone to buy that special thing. She had no idea what I was talking about.
I couldn't believe that she hasn't a favorite product.
Then I saw that princess diadem and asked her whether she wants to be a princess for a moment. She was very very reluctant at the beginning but then the royal pride found its way out and she turned into a princess for a short moment. Just long enough to shoot a photo.
I'm pretty sure that she started to look for her favorite product right afterwards.
Hopefully she had more princess moments during the rest of her working day.
Ok then, next week has to be a princess week - respectively a prince week in my case.
Here are some more photos from my today's Digipirsch through the Nuremberg Main Station and the Underground.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Having breakfast without company is usually ok for me, but not always - especially on weekends.
How about simply inventing some kind of breakfast family? I did (Photoshop helped a bit) but I only managed to create brothers.
What shall I say - they are kind of difficult and have strange breakfast habits.
Mh, due to the fact that they are clones of me, it could mean that I'm difficult, too, couldn't it?
Well, I guess I'm at least acceptable for having brunch with.
Please click on the photo to see the notes on it on Flickr.
This photo is my contribution to the task "Family Habits" of my Flickr group "Project: Glimpse". See the group's page for more photos and infos about its weekly tasks.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
"Panisch Kurs" means "Panic Course".
I saw this poster in a pub in Nuremberg. Actually it was an advertisement for a Spanish training (=Spanisch Kurs). The first letter of "Spanisch" was covered by an other poster and it changed the meaning completely into a “Panic Course”.
How would a panic course look like?
"Hello, I'm Udo, your panic instructor."
"Today and during the next few sessions you will learn how to panic. I don't mean that whiny-help-murmuring kind of panic but the screaming, howling, jumping-for-salvation kind of rush-of-blood-to-the-head-panic."
"You are newbies regarding panic. You have no idea yet how hysterical you can be. I will enlighten you".
"Today we will discuss the nature of panic. By the end of today's session you will be able to perform a very convincing oh-my-god-there-is-a-spider-beside-my-bed panic."
"Next week we will concentrate on I-don't-have-anything-to-dress-and-today-is-the-date-of-my-life-panic".
"Future lessons will be about Titanic-life-boat-fighting-panic and iphone-big-sale-panic".
"And now I want to hear you moan! Are you ready for the panic of your life? Damn, I can't hear you. Are you ready?"
Oh, by the way: Don't panic, it's only my imagination.
This was my post number 500. A long way since the beginning of 2006. Many many words, a huge pile of photos and a lot more of my inside that I imagined. No idea where this leads to but it's still fun doing this blogging thing.
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Once again I strolled through Nuremberg with my camera. This time I tried to do some nightly HDR photos of the Emperor's Castle.
I really love this part of Nuremberg - especially in warm summer nights.
Well, the summer is already gone but the autumn did what the summer wasn't able to do - turning the castle into a haunted place. I almost heared the ghosts.
The light spot in the sky isn't a ghost but the light the Business Tower is beaming into the night.
Here are some more HDR photos from my today's nightly Digipirsch.
Hey, this is post #499 - the next anniversary is close.
In German there is the saying "seinen Senf dazugeben". Literally translated it means "to add the own mustard to something".
In the figurative sense it means to comment something (mostly without being asked for).
I just had a short chat with a friend and the term "Gedankensenf" (mind mustard) came up. We immediately started to think how mind mustard would look like.
Sometimes my head is so full with mind mustard that I fear it fights its way out of my head - probably through the ears. Thoughts, ideas, questions, fears - just overwhelming from time to time.
What would happen if one doesn’t let it out - would the head simply explode?
At the moment I'm grinning because my current mind mustard imagines the girl that kisses my ear right now and doesn't dare to ask whether it smells like mustard. OK, it's very unlikely but a funny thought. On the other hand she would run away after I explained that I put mustard in my ear and published the photo in the Internet.
Maybe the mind mustard should stay where it was created - INSIDE my head.
Inspired by Löwensenf Extra
Saturday, November 03, 2007
I love street musicians. This one was very loud. He played "Country Roads" kind of awkward. The funniest thing was that he wasn't able to sing a "r". It really sounded like "Countly Loads" and it didn't matter at all.
That's simply Lock'n'Loll.
Friday, November 02, 2007
The place where you sleep is supposed to be one of the most intimate places in your apartment, isn't it? Well, then I must be a lunatic to post photos of it into the Internet.
Why do so many sleeping places look like blue Swedish furniture stores? It's really frightening.
I don't like my sleeping room much and I'm constantly thinking about how to make it more cosy. My first step should be to buy a new matress and build a platform to put it on. I don't like real beds much.
Any proposals appreciated.
The photo has some additional notes on it. You have to click on it to see them on Flicr.
This is my contribution for my little Flickr group "Project: Glimpse". The task for this week was "Bedside".
The German band Tocotronic played at the E-Werk in Erlangen.
The gig was quite OK but not a super highlight.
Again the support act was more interesting for me - a very strange guy called Troy von Balthasar. He looked like a psycho and rolled around on stage.
The Tocotronic folks were a bit too pseudo-intellectual for me. Probably I'm just not smart enough for their music.
Troy von Balthasar's Footwork
Dirk von Lowtzow from Tocotronic
Thursday, November 01, 2007
I really think that some statements mean just the opposite than the written or spoken words.
Did you ever say "no" meaning "yesyesyes"?
Sometimes when I get "no" for an answer I ask "do you really mean 'no' or did you mean 'actually yes but please ask me three times more'?". On the other hand I do no-but-actually-yes-things, too.
It's really strange how often we behave quite contrary to how we feel.
Maybe some of these statements are just calls for disobedience.
For some reason I think about opposites or paradoxias things very often these days.
The sign above hung around the neck of a giant Teddy Bear in Frankfurt.
An old lady saw us making photos with the chalk board and the Teddy and found the idea with the opposite statements kind of funny. I asked her whether I can take a photo of her holding the "Touch Me" chalk board but she was too shy (although she was apretty cool).
But she allowed me to shoot her hand holding the board.
Do you see the shoe? The lady told me that this is her dancing shoe and that she just came from dancing. It was at around noon and she said that old persons don't dance at night but in the morning.
Could be a cool thing to start your day, couldn't it? Unfortunately I can't dance at all.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Did you ever try to steal time?
Tonight I don't have to because Europe is switching back from Daylight Saving Time and I get one hour as a gift.
Although I will probably sleep during this free hour (3AM to 4AM) it's interesting to think about what can be achived in 1 hour.
I already started to browse my memory for the most intense hour I can think of.
Actually I can't tell you the answer without thinking - is that a bad sign?
No I think it isn't. I know that my life is full of intense moments. Probably I'm simply too sleepy when they happen - similar to the gift hour tonight.
This photos is part of a little series giving evidence that stealing time is possible. See more photos here.
By the way: The golden clock is now hanging in a kind of conference room in our office.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
These eggs are typical for German supermarkets. They are made of chocolate with a little plastic toy inside.
Sometimes they contain little collectable figures and one could overserve people in the supermarket shaking one egg after the other trying to find the eggs with the figures by listening to the noise.
Really strange if you ask me.
I imagine being shaken by someone who wants to get to know me. He/she simply shakes me and finds out whether I'm worth keeping. Or vice versa. Nice or frightening thought? Let me think when I had the feeling of being shaken recently...
Are the eggs available outside Germany, too?
This photo is my contribution for this week's assignment of "Project: Glimpse", a little photo project I started on Flickr together with Julie and a few others.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
On Saturday I had my second expedition with my small chalk board. I went to Frankfurt with a friend for visiting an exhibition and had my chalk board with me. We strolled through the streets with no idea and let the chalk board guide us.
I saw some signs in front of a store. One of them said "Kontakt" (contact). I didn't get the story behind that sign but I thought that "Kontakt" could be cool for adding some different meanings using the chalk board. Therefore we asked passers-by whether they want to help us.
In the end it turned out that it was really great for making 2-minute-contacts to absolute strangers. I think the strangers liked it, too - of course only after the mandatory 2 seconds of panic similar to Mana Mana).
Maybe I should have the small chalk board with me all the time. Probably it would make me a more outgoing person.
Kontaktscheu (contact avoiding, shy)
Blickkontakt (eye contact)
Kontaktanzeige (lonely hearts ad)
Wackelkontakt (loose connection)
Friday, October 19, 2007
Ever felt like a couch potatoe? I can spend whole Sundays on my couch with a book, listening to music or just having a long nap.
But the couch prevents me from exploring my cosmos.
A few weeks ago I read that having a nap of 20 minutes boosts energy back into you. I just tried it by setting the alarm on my cell phone to 20 minutes and I jumped up immediately after hearing the alarm clock.
What shall I say - it worked. I felt fresh again and a few minutes later I painted faces to potatoes.
This photo is my contribution for this week to our little Flickr "Project: Glimpse". The task for this week was "The Couch". You can see more photos [here].
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Plain, shiny, flawless. Just perfect. Then you break it for whatever reason.
The pieces might still looks structured, still kind of beautiful.
But you have to be aware that it's only a pile of pieces.
No way back to the even surface.
Touch it with your boots and the beauty is gone. Forever.
Monday, October 15, 2007
"Gents Shower Room" - "Highly Reduced"
What does this mean?
Is the price for taking a shower highly reduced? Maybe as a teaser for filthy men?
Or is it a kind of teaser for girls to have a glimpse at athletic men having a shower? Well, then it's a bad sign if the admittance is reduced.
(Seen in the ruins of an abandoned department store in Munich)
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Actually I intended to make photos of the Nuremberg Airport at night. But after a while I started to paint with my torch during long exposure shots.
This is one of the few horses that can run as fast as light.
Here are some more of my first tries as a light painter/writer.
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Did you ever think about how an insect glimpses at our human all-days-life? It flies through your apartment watching you fighting with you vacuum cleaner or ironing your clothes. I'm pretty sure that the value of those tasks won't be too obvious for the fly. Well, sometimes it's hard for me, too.
This thoughts remind me of a very great book I read a few years ago. It's an old Science Fiction story called "Picknick am Wegesrand" by Boris and Arkadi Strugatzki.
The book tells about aliens that visited the earth leaving contaminated zones, don't caring about the humans and leaving without any contact.
The humans were like insects watching humans doing a picnic at the roadside. The insects see big life forms doing strange things and they have no clue what's it all about.
I'm pretty sure that we ARE the insects in many cases.
This photo is my contribution for this week to "Project: Glimpse" on Flickr. The task for this week was simple "Glimpse".
Monday, October 08, 2007
On Sunday I felt like using my big lens. It was a beautiful autumn day and I really had to go outside. My idea was to go to the Nuremberg Zoo and playing around with animal photography.
I don't like zoos in general because the imprisoned animals always make me sad. This time it was ok because I had something to do and because the most sad animals - the gorillas - were not in their cages.
Here are some of my photos.
If you want you can see more of them on my flickr account.
Shooting the animals was ok but not as exciting as being on one of my "Digipirsches" through a city and taking photos of people
Sunday, October 07, 2007
I love to have a very extended breakfast at the weekend.
Having a minimum variety of spreads for my rolls is very essential to me.
This is what was available for my breakfast today.
Currently my favorites are rose hip and honey.
This is the photo of Julie for this topic...
So, this was a week of exchanging glimpses between Georgia, USA and Bavaria, Germany. It was very funny to be forced to do a new photo for a specific topic EVERY day.
For the future we will do only ONE task per week and we'll open our "Project: Glimpse" to the public. Feel free to join our Flickr group. It would be great to get to know YOUR glimpses at the world. See the groups' page for our rules and for details.
Saturday, October 06, 2007
I live in a house with three apartments. This summer my favorite neighbours moved out because they bought their own real estate.
The new neighbours are a couple with their son. The strange thing is that they have thousands and thousands of things. They live here for 3 months now and all hallways and the stairway are still packed with boxes and stuff.
Even the public room in the basement (which I use for drying my clothes) is full with crap like a fitness bike that looks completely unused.
I hope I'll never need that much stuff to stay alive.
This is the photo of Julie for the same topic...
Today I had to shoot a photo of a historic place nearby for Project: Glimpse. First of all I though about simply taking a photo of the imperial castle in Nuremberg or of the Nazi rally ground.
After a few minutes of thinking about it I came to the conclusion that this would be too obvious and that I want to share glimpses of the pearls in my direct neighbourhood.
There is this small village named Cadolzburg near the village where I live. Both of them are west of Nuremberg in southern Germany.
Cadolzburg is an assembly of humble small houses surrounded by forests and all kinds of green. Nothing special except the big castle in the middle. It's really amazing to see how much the medieval guys overacted. The building is really oversized and one would never expect such a castle in a small village.
I like the view from this spot a lot. Unfortunately I was stuck in the office and the daylight was almost gone when I arrived in Cadolzburg. My last chance was to use my tripod and to shoot some long exposure photos for a HDR photo.
Actually I don't know much about all the historic pearls near me. Hopefully this project will re-activate the pearl diver skills in me again. I already hold my breath.
Here is the photo of Julie for the same topic...
Thursday, October 04, 2007
It's getting more intimate every day. Probably the differences on wallets between Julie and me isn't a European vs. USA thing but a boy vs. girl comparisn.
I'm curious about her photo.
I described all the items using flickr notes. You have to click on the photo and move your mouse over it to be able to read them.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
The topic for today was "The Fridge". I wasn't aware that my refrigerator is that American. I opened the door and was immediately surrounded by bullets. A clan of Indians was fighting with some cowboys for a bottle of "Texicana Salsa" sauce.
I'm really upset that the little folks don't respect my privacy. Apart from that I think they overacted a little bit because the quality of the sauce is more or less mediocre.
For the moment I let the guys in the fridge and hope they will come to a conclusion prior to my next hunger attack.
Since I closed the door of the fridge I can hardly hear the shooting sounds. That’s at least something.
Here is the photo of Julie for the same topic...
This posting is part of "Project: Glimpse", a photo experiment about sharing glimpses between Atlanta, Georgia and Bavaria, Germany. Learn more...