UNDERGROUND LIGHTS

Some more examples of Moscow Metro luminaries…

Russia
PREPARATIONS FOR MAY 9 - VICTORY DAY

West of Moscow one can find everywhere memorials for the "Great Patriotic War", as WW2 is called in Russia. May 9 is an important festive day with a big parade and a flyover. Already now the Russian Airforce is doing daily practice flights...

The War Memorial in Ruza, Moscow Oblast. 

Flyover.

RUST

All that shines turns to rust
All that stands in time turns to dust

LOST

Waking up in places that are alien and yet become home with time. Lost in the thicket of geographical coordinates which subdivide our world. Being able to locate his whereabouts and yet not knowing exactly where you are. Foreign places that are feeling familiar, even if each looks different.

LOST. And finding yourself again.

Moscow, New York ... sometimes just a look out the window is helping to remember where you are waking up. Hotel rooms. Places that could be precisely determined, and which sometimes could become „home away from home“ (or have to be). For a short time only. What remains are memories. Sometimes you feel at home. And sometimes you just LOST..

This pictures are from “LOST“, my projects in progress about hotel rooms around the world: Small sections of a reality that anyone who travels, who is staying at hotels, will recognize. Realities, that are buried deep in the subconscious.

48°09'N, 17°09'E

42°21'N, 71°04'W 

52°31'N, 13°24'E 

29°46'N, 95°23'W

55°45'N, 37°37'W

m.t.c….

THE SOUND OF SILENCE

Another lost soul...

As I have the same feelings but couldn't write it better I want to reshare a blog entry by photographer Cole Thompson (I hope he don't mind)
Btw, his blog is realy worth reading…

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Cole Thompson:
Words Are Very Unnecessary, They Can Only Do Harm

In the beginning ws the scene, and teh scene was good.

But not everyone could see the scen, and so man invented photography so that all could enjoy the beauty.

And then other men invented th art expert. The experts did not think it was enough to simply see the beauty by the scene, they needed to describe the scene and tell us what it meant.

And that was not good.

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We like to say that a picture is worth 1000 words. So why do some feel the need to dscribe an image with a fw paltry words?

People ask me "what are you saying with your image?" and I rspond: "look at it, what is it saying to you?"

The words from Depeche Mode's "Enjoy the Silence" echo in my head:

          All I ever wanted
         All I ever needed
         Is here in my arms
       Words are very unnecessary
       They can only do harm

Enjoy the image, enjoy the silence.

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Thanks, Cole. My sentiments exactly. 

THE CLOSEST THING OF WHO I AM #1

Photography as a means for raising metaphysical questions and exploring psychological narratives…

The two most important days in life are the day you are born, and the day you find out why. [Mark Twain]

And there was the man who, all through his life, asked himself the same question:
"What is it all about?" and who never found the answer, because there isn't one...

In search of the very own "Steppenwolf"...

The Museum of the Lost Souls.

"I'm leaving" he said, just before leaving the room. It was the only thing he could say. He was going mad...

I realy thought that I had come to that day, that I have found out why. But now it seems that everything is going down in pieces...

BEACH MUSIC

March 29, 2014. Galveston, TX, USA.

The secrets of the summer, I will keep
The sands of time will blow a mystery
No one but you and I, underneath that moonlit sky
Take me back to the place that I know
[Chris Rea, On the Beach]