“(…) What was that? Your happiness perhaps…
Gone, passed, no more.
(…) An eye winks, the soul rings, you found it, only seconds long…
What was that? No one turns back the time…
Gone, passed, no more.”
Kurt Tucholsky, Eyes in the Big City
| When snow is fine grindedly blown by the wind into the sun fire, it is a magic moment to behold. But only if I had the chance to look right into the myth at this point in time. Photography records moments, it drags out the once felt emotions out of our unconsciousness, it lets us share the feeling. It is however even more fascinating that sharing a photograph stimulates different feelings to ever viewer. To conclude with Anselm Adam’s words it is always about the relationship between the photographer and the viewer. A fascinating medium it is.
Enjoy this view after sunset onto the Swiss Schreckhorn.
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