slow down this train, slow down the iron that runs in my veins
But No kept her name / No got so quiet, she put out her flame / But Faith stayed the same / Faith came around with that smile on his face the next day / He said, follow me down / Follow me down with your pick and your plow / I can hear you tap tapping at my kitchen door / I can hear the river run and the river want more / Don’t you know, I am already sure / I can hear you standing quiet at my kitchen door (Wolf Larsen)
posted: Januar 18, 2015
under: colour, pictures
tags: 35mm, architecture, city, colour, Hamburg, hiatus, img, M9, night, Wolf Larsen
Tiefe Schwärze, nur das Licht einer Laterne lässt die weißen Fugen einer braunroten Backsteinwand leuchten, und ein pflaumenblauer Schimmer umschwebt das silberne Blech einer Regenrinne, ein Hauch von Blau nur, der sich in der Dunkelheit verliert: die Farben der Nacht.
Gruß, Uwe
Und immer wieder verzaubern diese Farben der Nacht. Vielen Dank, Uwe, sowohl für die Worte wie auch den wunderbaren Hamburger Abend.
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.
do you need some downers baby? or do you need faith? my sweet thing i feel like saying a prayer for you, i think i will…. and btw i LOVE this photo!
I need you when the night falls to care for me & your sweet photographic love prayers, my dear.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Wie eine Lichtgestalt steht es hier das Haus der Photographie, der Kopf leuchtet und erhellt sein Gewand und in seinem Inneren hängen Photographien die unsere Köpfe füllen und die Sinne benebeln wie diese Photographie. Wunderbar, mein Freund!
Lichtgestalt … genau Walter. Es war eine grandiose Ausstellung, ein schöner Tag mit Uwe & eine Nacht voller Farben & genau dem richtigen Licht. Vielen Dank.
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.
minimalism and light, elements forms a good photo.
Thanks a lot, my friend.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Most impressive. A raw hard light shows the night better. Additionally we can think of sad shocking circumstances when such a raw light helped policemen or soldiers of a totalitarian state to interrogate prisoners.
It’s the house of photography in Hamburg, Michèle. Nothing but beautiful frames that make us prisoners of a very special & wonderful kind. Thank you, my friend.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
I’m sorry but i can only write what i feel or think while watching a scene, not to interprate it.
I know i’m wrong not to try to give a meaning ( signification) to things. and i must confess i regret not to be able to sublimate or to transcend life.
It doens’t mean i don’t like yourz picture. On the very contrary.
Have a good next week, Fritsch.
Your words & interpretations mena a lot to me, Michele. No need for excuses. And I know you like my pictures otherwise you wouldn’t stick round here. So any views of yours are always welcome & appreciated.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Fast möchten wir im Licht der Lampe eine steinerne Tür erkennen. Nur scheint sie verschlossen, … man kann der Nacht nicht entkommen. Deine Nachtaufnahmen, lieber Florian, nehmen uns immer wieder gefangen!
Liebe Grüße,
dm und mb
Ich mag das Spiel zwischen Licht & Dunkel sehr. Und ja auch mich nimmt es immer wieder gefangen. Es gibt kein Entkommen nirgends. Und das ist auch gut so. Habt Dank Ihr beiden.
Viele Grüße & weiterhin sichere Straßen, Fritsch.
ay, Fritsch, buddy, down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid, and down these mean streets some find beautiful pictures and some find nothing but desolation and despair….
great minimalism, pal!
keep ‚em coming!
Hepp!
Buddy … sometimes desolation road is all that remains. But in the drakest of all nights desolation road is the place to be, is the most beautful place where a man can see the light. All through the night. All through the night, captain.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
Opening the eyes always offers us sublime views of our real world, made of disturbing as well as wonderful pieces, the puzzle of our life. On this street, bro, you’ve been very lucky. But not only, because you managed to capture it in an incredible way.
And there is also a mystery, Florian, around this lamp: why this lamp at this place and why this kind of lamp? Are we outside or inside the Haus der Photographie? I guess we are outside because of what looks like a drainpipe, but why this light? Someone is missing and that may be the whole story!
Sometimes the outside feels like inside. And sometimes all the other way round, bro. And most of the time someone is missing. And that’s what makes me thankful for the sweet tunes. That makes me thankful for the blues. And that makes me thankful for a companion like you who’s there when the night is all dark & someone is missing. Thanks, Francis.
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
ich liebe die Nacht und ganz besonders deine Nachtfotos, lieber Florian, dieses hier ist eins der Spitzenklasse und werde ich jetzt nie mehr vergessen!
herzlichst Ulli