090* Retracing Steps

Returning, one cold winter morning, to a place that we went together.

The fountain that the afternoon sun once caught, glimmering, today ran dry.

The groups of people walking in the park were absent and all was quiet, except for churchbells ringing across the street (for whom?), ringing for minutes, dozens of minutes, a half hour, maybe more.

The colorful leaves signalling the New England autumn are long gone, and the sun tries its hardest to shine through the clouds, through the tree branches, to where I stand–where we once stood.

Those moments will never happen again. Things are beautiful today in a different way. And that is why I say to you,
ichigo ichie.

95GC+X4 Westerly, Rhode Island

089* Welcoming Invisibilities

This is one of the walls in my bathroom. A room that has become a very special playground for me after a 14-day long, desolate quarantine back in late 2020. Back then, I decided that I needed at least one room in my humble apartment that boasts some extra personality, that somehow “transcends the limits of the conventional”, that shakes and uplifts not just my mind and mood but also the imagination of any visitor. It’s nice to have such little, more or less eccentric do-it-yourself endeavors around and to see them come to life and evolve – just like it happened last Saturday. Again, I am amazed by how my recent “special paint job” somehow aligns with Sarah’s previous post, which metaphorically addressed the Unknown, the Invisible, and the myriad things many minds might be searching for – be it materialistically, spiritually, or intellectually. A topic, a post that’s actually not too far off from the things my mind was busy with in the past few weeks. Once again I want to go “full meta” with my post. Here’s an Ode to my current life, situation and, of course, my little bathroom…

My solid old friend. Always here, so familiar. Yet there’s Something New here now. Something that crossed my mind recently. A daring thing, the idea of adding a new layer here. Runny colours. Careful now. Little Steps. It’s all about wavelenghts. Different wavelenghts. And how to make use of them. Hello you New Nuances of White. I just double-checked it. It’s still there. Unaffected. Both during day- and nighttime – the old White’s remained the same. Phew. So here it comes. That newly introduced switch. If wanted a miraculous lamp goes on. A leap into a new part of the spectrum begins. And on the canvas: a whole new layer of paint emerges –  former Invisibilities finally begin to shine. A certain shock, a little smile – wasn’t that a lame disco thing of the 80s? What a strange renaissance and discovery. Something vibrant that’s actually been there and around all the time. Just the push of a little button away, no draining search required to find it. A Surprise in Lightness so to say. Could be one bonus aspect that might potentially make things, my bathroom’s “ramparts”, even more heartwarming – both to me and any other visiting person’s sense of wonder.

WQ9X+WP2 Gmunden

087* You

“Who are you? Do you mean well with me? What are you thinking? What do you want to tell me? What’s going to happen now?

Born from the unknown and uncertainty, these are probably the most basic of questions that might arise at each end, in each observers’ mind. When such moments happen: I know how moving these can be. No matter how short or long these are. Often a mere passing by is enough, when two glances meet for just a fraction of a second. Where does this incredible power behind being human come from? That power that can catapult so many minds out of any comfort zones instantaneously and uncontrollably? What situation have I arrived in now? Let me introduce you to Uncertainty and Vulnerability – two often overlooked, often desperately avoided human qualities (but which are so very dear to my heart). A key to more? It’s loneliness that can take one’s hand so beautifully and securely. How do I shape this interpersonal poker game of our encounter? Let’s put our cards on the table. What does your world look like? Can I show you what mine looks like and feels?

 

This week’s blog post is almost certainly a bit different and on a whole different, personal level. Often, like Sarah’s wonderful, last entry from Matunuck, it’s the beauty of a place or nature itself that is a huge source of inspiration for me. But then last Saturday I was hardly able to spend any time outdoors because I was at work in my main job at a nursing home – a place that has been a constant source of inspiration for me for over a decade now too, mostly in a very human sense.

By the way, that’s Mrs. Anna in the photo. Those who know her better can see in this photo several, very subtle hints of what happened a felt second after I pressed the shutter button: a  heartwarming, “unfiltered” smile blossomed on her face. A true Mona Lisa moment, from this dearly valued and always inspiring ‘Zen Master of Advanced Age’ that she is for me. An additional, sincere thank you also goes to her family for giving me the permission to include this very intimate picture here in our blog.

 

2XWJ+G6 Eberstalzell

086* Beachfront Housing

My new happy place. Small acres of farmland, small beaches, small dive bars on stilts over the beach, small ice cream shops, small pastoral trails. BIG beauty.

The beaches frequented by locals in the winter, the bars by college students. The houses here are empty now.
In the summer, throngs of tourists. The houses will be full once more.

In the quiet of a rainy, foggy morning after a storm, I am the only one around in my happy place. I don’t mind the dampness as I explore these familiar roads and witness the changes that arise with time.

9CHV+36 Matunuck, Rhode Island

085* How to imaginatively ease the Inevitable

Passed by a hundred times. Never seen it.

What a beautiful example of how inspiring my immediate surroundings actually are. I’d even go so far as to say it’s ‘a soulmate of a place.’ Old-school, shabby, and awfully ordinary at first glance, but then…

Let me please elaborate all of that a bit more…

An obstacle and grayish worry. Legitimate fears (the kind parents usually have). A mindset that (maybe) said: Here is how the world is. Why is it always just about avoiding certain nightmarish scenarios? Wouldn’t it be not only wiser but also easier to simply go with and join these ‘Forces of Nature’ – Gravity and Fun, as it is here. To see and accept the Inevitable. And eventually, to also recognize and accept any adult’s helplessness against the power of all those (childish) needs – needs like exploring the world or going on adventures. To create something that brings it all together – that marries both worlds, the adult and the not-yet-so-adult one. Something that’s way more attractive (and generally also funnier) than just jumping off any steep, concrete wall. 

When misgivings are transformed light-heartedly, considerately, and understandingly into something safe and hilarious. – for both adults and children. Wonderful.

WQMV+7P9 Gmunden

084* Out with the Old…

New Year’s Order. Going through every item I own, piece by piece. Discarding some, holding on to others. Cleansing my space and my soul. Making piles on the floor makes you realize the overabundance of materials, the unnecessary keeping of goods.

I’ll donate what I no longer have a use for. Or maybe I’ll sell it on eBay, and make another long distance friend. 🙂

It all comes full circle.

 

FG4H+6V South Kingstown, Rhode Island

083* Consolation

Up until a few years ago, on FM4 – which, by the way, is the Austrian radio station I am listening to the most – there was a special radio show that was broadcasted live, every year, for the whole morning of December 24th. It was named “Christmas Without Friends” and was aimed at all listeners for whom Christmas was indeed a lonely festival or who “just” felt lonely during that very special time of the year. It was always two hosts who sat behind the microphones. Two who had a particularly warmhearted connection to each other – something they would ideally also “transmit” out into the ether, to share those “vibes” with their listeners for a few precious hours that day. Even though I am also a person, who has got not the best relationship with many facets of modern day Christmas this radioshow kept on fascinating and moving me each time I had a chance to listen to it. Not only that. The show’s hosts and producers taught me that such sensitive topics like loneliness can be addressed in a very easygoing and dignified way – even on the radio. I, too, had years were I belonged to this group of lonely listeners – no matter if it was me being at work at Christmas or simply because I just felt alone near the end of the year.

This post is dedicated to all those who have felt or feel similar in the coming days. This also and particularily includes every lonely person who has no one nearby who might join them eating and enjoying any of this year’s Christmas Cookies.

328P+8F Sattledt

082* That Time of Year

Printing, cutting, pasting, writing, stuffing, mailing, shopping, wrapping, taping, stringing, baking……

Dozens of cards, gift bags, cookies, christmas lights, holiday songs… All the things we do at the holidays in an effort to get into the spirit.
I have to admit, it’s not my favorite time of year. But let’s stay positive here!

It should be a time of generosity, love, compassion, light, peace, and joy. I hope that’s what it is for you!
But if it’s not, that’s okay. It will pass, we will get through it and move on. This can be a tough time of year for a lot of folks. Let’s keep others in our minds as we move through the season.

Wishing everyone a safe holiday. I hope it is the best it can be, whatever you celebrate.
.Peace & Love.

081* Winterly Priorities

Until now, it has been an unexpected and rather intense winter this year over here in Austria.

Could it be that the owner of this accommodation also had to suddenly rethink and rearrange his or her priorities due to the sudden change of weather conditions? What might have been of bigger importance there? The safety of having dry firewood always nearby instead of having to dig it out from the snow outside? Even if doing so would mean that nobody could look inside and out of that window for at least a few months? Or could it be that one of the residents in there might have a very rare and unfortunate light allergy? That it’s actually a good thing too – that hardly any daylight can enter the interior of the apartment? Or another possible scenario: it’s the home of an old, lonely forester (a profession his father and grandfather also had before him) who simply loves when the scent of wood is inside his old home throughout the whole year? Or could it be a subtle political statement – one that’s against society’s closed-mindedness towards burning ecological issues of our time? Inspiring Uncertainty.

By the way. “Shhhh. I’m listening to reason.” would have been the actual title I had in mind for my blog post over here this week. Until I changed my mind and also my priorities….

This week’s blog post revolves around this titular theme and how it relates to and influences my very own creative process behind most of my blog posts here at the “Photograf in Two Worlds”-Blog.

A key sentence in this regard is as follows: “Images need to speak to me.” A realization that spontaneously and unplanned escapted my mind and mouth a few weeks ago in Rhode Island while I was talking to Sarah about pictures she was showing me.

Now, on “my Saturdays” I seldomly take just a single picture. Usually I collect several interesting ones which always leads me to the following question: which of my photos might start “speaking” to me. Will there be more than one picture that starts “speaking” to me or will it be a bunch of shy, maybe even completely “quiet” pictures for me? Well, from my experience here it’s never the latter. Things are always in motion. Even if I can’t hear any picture “talk” to me for a while.

This is often when the trickiest part of the whole process begins for me: the waiting. And enduring it. Until “the conversation” begins. That uncertainty if and when it will happen. And the unavoidable follow-up question if a picture’s story might fit into the so called “bigger picture”. It’s that stage of my creative process I’m still learning most from. Not so much technically and artistically, but more humanly. About myself. That it is actually much more important and meaningful to honestly say “hi” to it (that uncertainty), to take it as it is (an integral part of my creativity actually), to sit beside it and try to better understand it (and myself) in the end – that this approach is more important than trying to avoid that uncertainty at any costs, over and over again – with the unsatisfying result of feeling rushed and letting mostly half-heartedly things out into this world.

So, last Saturday I’ve been at a nearby Christmas market. A motif that would have certainly been a nice one for our blog. Christmas in Austria. Winter, snow, small stalls, fires, hot chestnuts, raclette-cheese sandwiches, mulled wine and dozens of different punch flavors all around that place. Many of the final images taken there spoke to me quite quickly and quite clearly… but after some time I had to admit to myself that none of them was “the right”, that none of them was the puzzle piece I hoped them to be.

So I lay my initial idea aside. The search continued. All along with new priorities. No Christmas market. At least not this time.

And so, on the same day, I stumbled upon this motif in a completely different place, and it immediately started speaking to me. Like a waterfall. For several days I didn’t exactly know what it was saying to me (it sounded more like a foreign language actually), but there was indeed “something” there. Something that not only “spoke” to me but something that also connected nicely with Sarah’s last post here on the blog. It just needed some more time to hatch. And then it finally “clicked”. All of this is about priorities. Shifted priorities. My own and those that “speak” from this picture, from this window. How they shift. How these are sometimes more, sometimes less obvious. How these are sometimes more sometimes less pressuring.

Shifting priorities. Always good for an enlightening conversation. Or as some little, funny, thoughtful stimulus for a photographer’s or reader’s imagination.

(Thank you, Mr. Wondrak)

2R82+GHX Roitham