It’s the primary goal of many photographer’s who travel to Heligoland: bird photography. For more than 20 years now the Northern Gannet populates largely the red rocks of the island.
A short walk leads to the rim where these birds are breeding amongst seagulls and guillemots. Birders populate this rock early in the morning or late in the evening close to the rim, where the birds are nesting.
Gannets like to fly like students roam around in their school yard. Very attractive to see. A long and late sunset close to the summer solstice enhanced the experience.
The birder population varies largely with the year as the bird population does. This January, empty nests and no birders on Heligoland. This evening we were attracted by a beautiful sunset. After the sunset no further bird photos could be made. What a pity !
After sunset the color palette turned into orange and turquoise. Turner in Venice used these colors in his last watercolors often. A power plant still was working a little bit.
Recovering from a strenuous afternoon where I was exposed to an increasingly deep dementia I sat in my hotel to have a light meal. Nerve-racking music all over the room. A beautiful sunset with warm colors and flattering light after a grey and rainy day.
Dementia shows a person deprived of many intellectual capabilities. There is still the capability of a relation left, weak and vulnerable. There is no understanding left for us. Speechlessness counts the most.
It’s only a short trip from Lake Lucerne to Lake Constance. Very different light conditions compared to Lucerne in Horn. A little haze, turquoise flares, soft winds. Looking down from our new apartment I saw a sailing boat gently cruising. All turbulences of the last time were settled.
The famous German painter Otto Dix lived his life here after his booting out of the art academy. He was a famous painter in the 1920s in Dresden.
The new light conditions and the rural life imposed hard days on him as he stated in his letters.
His house was recently reopened as a museum with a sophisticated measurement and air conditioning system to preserve building and art.
Isle of Mainau: in the castle gardens nicely arranged flowers, fern, trees, avenues. Memories of rainbow press publications about the owner and his life came up. Pleasant day with pleasant light. Lots of photo opportunities.
Last evening in a special resort. Flowers in every room. A view like on an airplane window seat. Meeting friends from long ago and renewing friendship. Happiness, breathlessness, intense talks, laughter.
Great sunset seen from above Lake Lucerne and Lucerne itself.
Wonderful sunrise in the morning, blue sky and fresh air. Breakfast in the sky. Last conversations. Melancholy of farewell. Final goodbye. The composition resembles a painting of a former family member: Otto Flechtenmacher.
Luxuriant floral decorations everywhere in the lobby. Manual HDR without tripod: works.
A trip to Lucerne to see friends. We were laughing a lot. Dining. Discussing unpleasant professional issues. Looking through lovely photo series.
This morning a distracting time in our hotel with lake view. We enjoyed many reflections on the surface of the water. Salsa festival at midnight. No activity on the lake in the morning. Light weighted tranquillity before sunrise.
This year we suffer from low snowfalls and low rainfalls during winter and spring. Since end of January we had blue sky and one only few clouds. It was nice to see the night sky and many phases of the Moon. But our garden is dry.
A short vacation at Lake Constance showed this drama. The shorelines around the island of Reichenau are becoming more visible than ever. And a boat on the lake shore is no longer a reliable means of traveling.
Is there poetry in a landscape ? Does an image give the impression of poetry ? These questions came up when looking down from the Zugspitze at the Alpine folding.
It was a cold day with with warm rays from the sun. No winds, except at the border to Austria. We were lucky to spend a few hours up there at about 2960m.
This folding was soft and wild at the same time. Is it a solidified sea ? A petrified curtain ? Only the light creates the feelings.
After a rainy New Years eve and a cloudy 1st January there was a chance to escape to an island in the sun: Sylt.
A walk south along the beach at noon had a phantastic front light. We strolled without sorrows. The horizon wasn’t clear at all.
It’s good to have these days without sorrows.
Short after 4 pm the sunset happened much earlier than in southern parts of Germany. The winds became more weak. A composit image of horizontal motion blur and a normal shot after the camera movement rendered a little bit of structure.
Increasingly great reflections occurred the next minutes. Hot waters ?
The darker it becomes the more fatigant is our way home. Less people are now on the beach. All tend to go home.
Cape Blanco State Park was a windy corner. Fortunately we had much sun and only few clouds. When looking at the Fresnel optics of a lighthouse, one may get the impression of a shiny jewel. The shape is like a virus.
When walking south we found no shiny look at Pyramid Rock with a shape not much different from the optics of the lighthouse.
From California to Oregon, from high-tech state to nature. Now I’m at home in Germany and it’s already winter. What remains of a journey of two photo addicted ?
Arch Rock is a quite common term in National Park environments. Driving further the 101 Highway after Fort Bragg we stopped at Arch Rock Picnic Area and walked to the arch that gave the name to this area.
Beside this rock with water going forth and back there was a formation of rocks like dice in the sea.
On our hike to the distant viewpoint of the Cape Sebastian State Park, I was wondering how to photograph a coastline. Especially the cool waters contrasted with lasting warm colors of the coast.
With a „natural“ landscape orientation given by the cam the idea of a line got lost. Harold suggested portrait orientation, which is obviously better.
At the far end of the viewpoint it was a quarter to noon. Some recommendations for photographers state not to take any image at noon. Well, why not ?
Geometric shapes like a Paul Klee image contrasted with the haze of the Pacific. The horizon could not be seen by the naked eye. Only postprocessing showed it.
To get to Cape Blanco lighthouse we did a little hike in strong winds. A tripod was no longer a safe equipment. We got rewarded with a splendid feeling of openness, a lot of sun and fresh air and the acquaintance of a porcupine on the meadow behind the building.
Further along the Highway 101 we fell into the Heceta Head View Point at early sunset. Although tired and ready for a shower in our B&B we pulled out and had a fantastic photographic session. Impressive is the flashing light signal of Heceta Head Lighthouse.