WOOD – RUSTIC REVERIE
Illuminating the Depths of Wood Texture with abstract close-up photography
OLD SOUL – Neusalza-Spremberg, Germany, 2021
It was one of those days when the heat felt like a burning blanket trying to set me alight.
The sun had been beating down at over 35°C for days.
On the old railroad sleepers in the small town of my childhood, the tar began to melt.
Time stood still, and I could feel something oozing from the timber as though it were alive.
Slowly, an obsidian-like lake formed, radiating silver, embracing grainy wood.
Flecks of mercury shimmered on the surface, catching the light like molten metal.
I felt a connection to something ancient, something so old that it seemed to have a soul of its own.
This form, this face, this depth – it drew me in.
I stopped.
The trains still pass twice an hour, and I find myself wondering if I will ever encounter something like this again.
A magical moment where time, weather and place aligned to reveal an ancient soul.
SPIRITUS – Leipzig, Germany, 2021
I flew away and sought out freedom.
Don’t you know that feeling of being detached from everything?
I revel in the wind.
The breeze embraces me, gently holding me in its power.
Where are we going – where are we going, together?
INTERLAYERED COMPLEX – Mannheim, Germany, 2021
The grain of the wood, a topography of the soul.
Intricate, captivating. A rhythmic movement in its imperfection.
What pulsates beneath the surface?
A thought, a life lived full of emotions.
A presence takes shape and yet is not free.
I connect.
I breathe this form.
It is part of me.
Layer by layer by layer,
I feel the depth, the stories, the memories.
Who am I?
Something confused.
Where is the beginning?
I cannot find it.
Where is the end?
I search and I reflect.
I hold on to it, hold on to my hope.
My hope of finding my new path.
My path into imperfection.
SEGMENTS OF PROFUNDITY – Fribourg, Switzerland, 2021
I take one step, then another, then another.
The grain unfolds like a staircase leading into the unknown, and I feel ancient.
How long have I been here, and how much further do I have to go?
I crumble. Worn and silvered.
The book is unfolding, and I fall deeper still.
I imagine an unknown, mysterious realm beneath and hope pulls me up yet again.
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