Little tree in the woods... Black Forest, January 2026

Met this shy little one in the Black Forest on a foggy day…

Swan on a dark and cold lake surrounded by trees.

Love being in the jungle. But it's so difficult to take pictures here. Everybody is so fast, it is dark with extremely bright spots... but- I managed to catch this little one in Costa Rica.

Sicily, 2016

Taipei

Look at this lovely little Skipper butterfly...

White Flowers after the rain.

Even when you think there is nothing to photograph, there is. Just open your eyes and see… Here a French puddle with some grass.

Met this little one on a coffee plantation in Panama.

Looking at an apartment in Badenweiler, this would have been my neighbor. Sadly, the landlord seemed to be crazy, so it did not happen. At least I got a nice picture out of it. Hope you are doing fine, little kitty.

Oh I just can't wait. I remember this day, the warmth of the sun on my skin, happy birdsong, everything coming alive. Me feeling alive.

Driving around the "Plateau des Mille Étangs" in France, I found this. I find it so haunting, I don't know why. Maybe because of the purpose of the decoy? It was very quiet and after I took the pic it started to rain and my car got stuck in the mud. Totally worth it.

So I was in the Camargue last month and totally fell in love with these weird little freaks. I do not know what this was about, but the discussion was intense.

Sometimes the most ordinary moments make the most extraordinary memories. Caught a serene scene at the corner shop.

Got lost in the woods and found this. Love the colors.

In the evening's hush, by the sea's edge, I pause time. I capture the gulls' dance, their silhouettes notes on the horizon's score. Here, in the twilight, I am free.

I lay in wait for you, to steal your beauty with my lens – a silent observer in awe of nature's artistry. One moment here, the next moment gone. You were fast, but with the click of my shutter, I made that moment eternal. Farewell, beautiful being.

In the hush of a Southern French evening, I cradled my camera, eyes entranced by the waning sun. The water etched silver paths into the sand, a canvas for the dying light. This moment, a fleeting whisper of gold and shadow, is now mine, immortalized through my lens.

Under brooding skies, a sentinel stands, Guarding carts in still, silent bands. The world in motion, yet time feels still, As clouds parade over tarmac's spill. A sip of coffee, a pause in the fray, Life's small moments captured in gray.

With each step, I felt the embrace of the wild, the grass beneath my feet, and the soft murmur of the wind. It was here, in this communion with nature, that I paused to capture this view—a snapshot that spoke of the journey, the solitude, and the silent conversation between the land and the sky.

Patterns in the sand at the beach in Agde, South France

Walking home alone in the dark there is always a light to be found...

Visiting Agde in South France. Cold, but the light was beautiful...💙