nebula ergo cogito

You came in slowly like the fog and consumed me.

the forest ninja

Masks reveal. They don’t conceal. Masks reveal your cravings, your passion, your deepest most secret desires.

in his fathers arms

♥

Benjamin met a penguin on the moon

...or in the London zoo...

looking back

The only time you should ever look back is to see how far you've come.

Unknown

summer bliss

Summer brings winter hearts together. 

Then, too soon, summer has to end and hearts become cold again. 

But we never forget that time in the sun.

karoline

silent melody

The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible. 

Oscar Wilde

rainman

ray of light

May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

J.R.R. Tolkien

football madness

My cousin Jakob, who`s an eager football enthusiast. The photo contains four layers -

the boy, the ball, the rain and the football stadium.

“Of all the unimportant things in the world, football is the most important”

 Pope Johannes Paulus II

body lines

Heres some photographs from my first "fine art nude" photoshoot in studio. The human body has natural lines and curves that can be enhanced using creative lightning. Not an easy task for an amateur, both very challenging and intriguing.

resurrection

Only after disaster can we be resurrected.

                                                        Fight Club

running man

If you can't fly then run, if you can't run then walk, 

if you can't walk then crawl, 

but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.
 Martin Luther King Jr.

into the darkness

I feel the darkness bite once more, 

as it steadily grows colder and sore, 

the wind calls out to the night to say,

let the ice dark shadows come out and play

marbles of christmas magic

   Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold,

 everything is softer and more beautiful.  

                                                                                          Norman Vincent Peale

happy halloween...

In darkest woods she wandered,
one moonless stormy night.
The tree limbs made she
reaching out through lightnings light.

here comes winter

 Sharp is the night, but starts with frost alive

Leap off the rim of earth across the dome. 

It is a night to make the heavens our home 

More than the nest whereto apace we strive. 

Lengths down our road each fir-tree seems a hive, 

In swarms outrushing from the golden comb. 

They waken waves of thoughts that burst to foam: 

The living throb in me, the dead revive. 

Yon mantle clothes us: there, past mortal breath, 

Life glistens on the river of the death. 

It folds us, flesh and dust; and have we knelt, 

Or never knelt, or eyed as kine the springs 

Of radiance, the radiance enrings: 

And this is the soul’s haven to have felt.

                   Winter Heavens by George Meredith

self portrait

In the absence of my "models" who all left me behind for the benefit of education, I had to settle with myself, a remote swich and my basement for this photoshoot. I wish I had used a reflector to redirect the light from the candle to lighten up the dark side of my face. But, you know, hinsight and all that.

To photograph truthfully and effectively is to see beneath the surfaces 

and record the qualities of nature and humanity which life or are latent in all things. 

                                                                                                                          Ansel Adams

the mist of mystery

The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls... 

                                                                                                   Edgar Allan Poe