Tag: Light and Shadow
The First Signs
In den vergangenen Wochen war ich wieder häufiger in den höheren Lagen unterwegs. Im norwegischen Hochland sind die ersten Veränderungen bereits zu erkennen. Der Herbst kündigt sich an. Zwischen Heide, Moos und niedrigen Sträuchern erscheinen erste warme Braun- und Rottöne. Die Luft fühlt sich klarer an, das Licht wird weicher und am Morgen bleibt der…
Between Water and Reality
Sometimes a landscape seems to have a sense of time all its own. The water lies still among the rocks. Dark, deep, and clear enough to show the mountains a second time. Wooden posts rise from the surface like ancient signs. Straight, silent, almost unfamiliar. Their reflections stretch further down than the eye can follow. Clouds hang…
The Light Behind the Light
When I took this photograph in the Lofoten Islands, I was unsure at first. The image looked bright. Almost too bright. The atmosphere of that particular evening was barely visible in the photograph. Yet I had felt it clearly while standing there. It was midnight. The sea lay calm beneath the cliffs. The sun itself had long since…
Fragments of the Forest
That morning, I went into the forest without a particular subject in mind. I wanted to look for light. The sun was still low, sending its first rays between the trees. Little patches of brightness appeared everywhere. Some vanished after only a few seconds. Others moved slowly across the forest floor, over moss, bark and branches. During the trip…
Morning Light
Morning had not quite arrived. The light lay low across the landscape, warm, soft, and tentative. A little mist still lingered between the hills, just enough to make everything feel calmer. In the distance, I could hear the surf, quiet but always there. And between the waves came the birdsong: those brief calls you really notice…
The Beginning Is Quiet
The ground has thawed. Not everywhere yet, but here it is enough. The air is damp, and the forest feels heavy and quiet. In the middle of it all stand the first delicate flowers of spring. Elsewhere in Europe, they have already faded. Here, they are only just beginning. That makes this moment feel different. Slower. More restrained…
In the Light of the Cold
It began on skis, in clear and bitterly cold air. Later, on frozen ground, I photographed mountains catching the first light of day while the valley remained in shadow. Everything seemed wonderfully still…
At the Zenith
While much of Europe saw the northern lights on the horizon, here in Norway the aurora was directly overhead. Green and violet curtains flowed across the sky, as though I were standing inside the light…
When the Light Returns
Es ist Weihnachten. Der dunkelste tag liegt hinter uns. Die längste Nacht ist vergangen, fast unbemerkt. Und auch wenn man es noch kaum sieht, beginnt das Licht langsam zurückzukehren. Dieses Bild entstand in einer Zeit des Wartens. Der Himmel noch schwer, das Wasser ruhig, die Berge im Schatten. Ein warmer Schein am Horizont, nicht hell,…
When the Day Grows Still
Es gibt Tage, an denen sich die Landschaft verwandelt, ohne ein Geräusch. Dieses Bild entstand an einem solchen Nachmittag. Winteranfang, klare Luft und das warme Licht der späten Stunde. Von weitem sah der Berg schon kalt aus, fast unnahbar. Doch mit 400 Millimeter rückte er plötzlich nah heran, als würde er für einen Moment erzählen…