floral/melancholy-dying/farbe

There is something so beautiful in the process of dying. Absorbing melancholy, a defining path we all must take, the lessons from which come all but too late. The original images created in the truly real way with polariod and patience.

PP_melancholy95_01  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_02  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_03  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_04  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_05  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_06  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_07  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_08  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_09  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_10  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_11  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_12  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_13  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_14  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_15  ULA LEP

PP_melancholy95_16  ULA LEP

sea/quiet-open/farbe

For the first time this year, in many many years, I crossed over from this piece of dirt which now is home to the island of my birth, by sea. Englands keeper, so present in my youth, holds it's guard over my inner peace.

UK_sea009/2012  ULA-LEP

UK_sea012/2012  ULA-LEP

UK_sea013/2012  ULA-LEP

UK_sea001/2012  ULA

Beginning without end

self_12/2011_dark_farbe // ULA

So here and now I begin the blog which dips into the past, captures the present and chases the future. Image postings will be titled with reference to their subject/mood/colour-b&w. Each image will carry a reference to whether a print edition or/and a usage license is available.