poetry of photography

You are really rich, if you have more dreams in your soul, than reality can destroy....

You don't take a photograph.  You ask, quietly, to borrow it. 

(Author Unknown)

 

 

An encounter between people who find their dreams, their ideas in photography.

Photography can often become challenging, but for our visions we live and share...

 

after the rain

photographer: Chris JL, London

at the beach London

photographer: Chris JL, London

tourists

photographer: Chris JL, London

lost in thoughts

photographer: Gianni Ferraro, Rome

lost in thoughts

photographer: Gianni Ferraro, Rome

lost in thoughts

photographer: Gianni Ferraro, Rome

Reisende

Neapel, Zug

photographer: Alexander Becker, Frankfurt am Main

 

Unterwegs zu sein heißt nicht nur, sich von einem Ort zum anderen zu bewegen. Es heißt auch, für eine Zeit innezuhalten: seien es die 15 Minuten des täglichen Pendelns, seien es die langen Stunden einer Fernreise. Man ist aus dem einen Leben heraus, aber im anderen noch nicht angekommen. In diesem Zwischenreich fehlt den Gedanken das gewohnte Ziel. Sie geraten in einen Schwebezustand: sie kreisen um ein Problem, sich lassen sichvon einem Buch entführen, sich wandern zu Orten, die es auch jenseits des Zugfensters nicht gibt, sie lassen sich von einer flüchtigen Erscheinung draußen bannen, und manchmal richten sie sich auf dem Umweg über das Draußen auf sich selbst.

Reisende II

Bari, Pendlerzug

photographer: Alexander Becker, Frankfurt am Main

Reisende III

Venedig, Boot

photographer: Alexander Becker, Frankfurt am Main

Reisende IV

Paris, Metro

photographer: Alexander Becker, Frankfurt am Main

Reisende V

Istanbul, Bosporusfähre

photographer: Alexander Becker, Frankfurt am Main

Reisende VI

Istanbul, Straßenbahn

photographer: Alexander Becker, Frankfurt am Main

Reisende VII

am Rhein, Zug

photographer: Alexander Becker, Frankfurt am Main

Reisende VIII

Frankfurt, S-Bahn

photographer: Alexander Becker, Frankfurt am Main

Imperfections

photographer: Jt White, Soul

Everything, is a series of shapes and shades. A photographer, sees the world in frames. I see the world in frames. Lights, darks, shadows and light. I see squares, lines and symmetry. I see asymmetry, and even glimpses of humanity. It seems the asymmetry IS generally the humanity. Here for instance, are a series of lines and shapes. I see frames and lighting. I also saw a half opened window and a water bottle. Before taking this, I contemplated walking over and closing the window, removing the bottle. In actuality, I even went over to look. It was a water bottle, distinctly smelling of alcohol, a burnt out cigarette floating in the excess. It was in that moment where I realized why I usually shoot people. I respect photographers of every kind. I respect their craft, and their talent. I photograph people, because of their asymmetry. A human being cannot be a perfect line, cannot be perfect at all. As I looked at this bottle, the open window, I imagined someone talking on the phone, sitting on the stairs. I imagined the series of events that brought them to this window, to these stairs. Their vices apparent in what they left behind, allowed whomever it was to serve as my model even in their absence. Perhaps hours before, they sat here, an example of how humanity is by definition, imperfect. The remnants of their struggle might have ruined the symmetry of my photograph, but, more importantly served as a reminder as to why I take pictures in the first place. 

keep the streets empty for me

photographer: Greg Jackson

lyrics by: Fever Ray

 

memory comes when memory's old

i am never the first to know

following this stream up north

where do people like us float?

 

there is room in my lap 

for bruises, asses, handclaps

i will never disappear

for forever, i'll be here

 

whispering

morning keep the streets empty for me

morning keep the streets empty for me

 

i learned to not eat the snow

my fur is hot, my tongue is cold

on a bed of spider web

i think about to change myself

 

a lot of hope in one man tent

there's no room for innocence

so take me home before the storm

velvet mites will keep us warm

 

whispering

morning keep the streets empty for me

morning keep the streets empty for me

 

whispering

morning keep the streets empty for me

morning keep the streets empty for me

 

uncover our heads and reveal our souls

we were hungry before we were born

uncover our heads and reveal our souls

we were hungry before we were born

uncover our heads and reveal our souls

we were hungry before we were born

uncover our heads and reveal our souls

we were hungry before we were born 

November - Reise

eine Fotoserie: November in seiner Vielfalt

Fotografie: Beate Goralczyk, Hessen

"Überall finden sich 
Lichtspuren der Hoffnung -
eine Reise über das Auge
zu deinem Herz"

memories I dreamed

photographer, lyric: Greg Jackson, London

I’ve found my love of all good spaces

Sit down my friends lets all be spent

I’m going to tell you all a story

Of some memories that i dreamt


I have lived in many places

photographer, lyric: Greg Jackson, London

See, i’ve lived life in many places

Not least the many streets of my mind

And friends especially, i didn’t find you

You’re here, i think – because we’re one of a kind"




Augenblicke der Begegnung

photographer: Maria Dost, Berlin

Berlin, Paris, New York

 

A journey through places which have an influence on me. While I am walking along the streets, I meet you  for a certain time, the contact I have for that moment I will keep in my pictures for my memory.

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