Some keepers in street photography but due to other personal projects like walking the Camino Francés less art and more memories.
Be preparedBlog, Street Photography
The first weekend last month in Berlin was springtime for a day or two. The streets, cafés and hotspots where overcrowded with people. A perfect opportunity for taking pictures. So I grabbed my camera, backup-camera, batteries and hit the streets.
Pursuit of HappinessBlog, Street Photography
Sometimes I turn my head away from happy people, full of envy. How can they be so happy and why I’m not. Where is my happiness, how can I get it back? In those moments I feel like I’m the unhappiest guy on earth.
Petting the egoBlog, Street Photography
For about two years now I’ve been shooting street photography. I walked hours after hours and miles after miles to find a decisive moment, an interesting spot, a story to tell – the hardest and the best part of the game at the same time.
Analog or DigitalBlog, Street Photography
Sometimes you have to make a decision: Shaken or stirred, your place or mine, analog or digital. Do you really have to or boils it down to the same thing?
Millions of photographs floating the internet every day. Due to smartphones and other digital devices is it so easy to take pictures and to share them with the world that apparently everybody does it. It seems to be very hard for an average photographer to generate attention to the crowd and even harder to stand out of the banality and mediocrity in social networks. Maybe that’s why a few guys withdraw into niches.
How I came to PhotographyBlog, Street Photography
When we enter this world, we are surrounded by pictures and photos everywhere. That’s why I can’t remember the very first photograph I’ve seen or was interested in but I guess the old family albums where the first source of interest. I know, that I was fascinated by the “journey to the past” and the stories behind the photographs.
As a teenager I discovered the slides archive of my grandfather, who I’ve never met because he was already gone before my birth. It was a magical moment when I realized, that I could see a moment in time, a frame of the past exactly in the same way my grandpa had seen, when he pushed the release button.