When I walked through the streets of a small town in France called Roussillon, I was immediately fascinated by the colors of the houses. While in Latin America one town is more colorful than the next one, sadly you don’t find much of that in Europe.
This town was different, for one part because colors have always been an important aspect of this French town, as it is well know for the production of ochre.
While many houses shared the color ochre as the basic color of their walls, all of them varied in hue as well as the color of the doors and window frames.
Each house had it’s very own combination of colors, so much unlike the anonymity of a big city. In this town the houses possessed a character, just like the people living inside them.
When I come to Frankfurt in Germany, I am always impressed with the skyline. In my opinion, no other place gets closer to (the way more impressive) skyline of New York. Therefore, you might come across two nicknames of the city: “Mainhattan” and “Big Äpplewoi”, both in obvious connection to New York. “Mainhattan” is a mix of Main (the river that runs trough Frankfurt) and Manhattan, while “Big Äpplewoi” is a mix of “Big Apple” and a famous regional beverage, Apfelwein – cider.
While being only the second tallest tower in the city, the Commerzbank Tower is most likely the most impressive building so far. It can basically be seen from everywhere in the city.
And Frankfurt is far from being done: As of now, there are 72 high-rise buildings under construction, approved or proposed for construction.
Some months ago I had the chance to take part in a trip to the Baltic Sea up in the north of Germany. The reason of this trip was a visit to EnBW Baltic 1, an offshore wind farm a few kilometers off the coast. As I had just returned a few weeks earlier from Galapagos, I wasn’t too eager to get on a boat again. You have to know, on the Galapagos islands, I spent almost four hours every day on jumping, hot boats. While exploring the islands was simply awesome and even though the boat trips didn’t give me any seasickness, sitting two hours on an uncomfortable chair in a hot boat that jumps up and down until your a** feels like raw meat is no fun.
Luckily, this trip turned out to be fun anyway. It was incredible to see these incredibly huge wind turbines. Each wing attached to the rotors is about 50 meters long and it is just impressive to hear this deep sound of them rotating in the wind.
On this picture you can see another boat called “Achiever”, transporting the maintenance crew of the electric utilities company EnBW back to the coast. These guys actually work over 60 meters high on these wind engines on the open sea and keep everything running.
When I arrived at the old factory, some people had gathered. Not many, but at least some. Good sign! Before I hadn’t been sure if there would really be something happening. News were going around that a controlled demolition team was about to blow up something. For them it was no big deal, they hadn’t announced this anywhere in the newspapers, just involved the necessary officials. However, the news had found its way to some people and I was one of them.
It would be excagerating to speak of a spectacular event. To be honest, the actual explosion was neither loud nor involved any impressive fireworks. It was a subtle boom and the tower collapsed in itself. Show over.
At this time, I didn’t had the best camera, so I was pretty happy to have got at least one decent shot. Oh, and note the little pink toilet both on the left side. Which cruel boss sends his heavy duty guys on a pink John?
The Fort Worth Stockyards are what most tourists would consider “real Texas”. The historic district in Fort Worth, Texas is somewhat of a time travel experience and the place-to-be for Wild West fans. It is not uncommon that you will find a sign entering the bar, reminding you “we ain’t calling 911” and showing the picture of a gun. Don’t mess with Texas!
One day I was walking around the Stockyards after a great lunch at Riscky’s Barbeque and suddenly I caught sight of something strange: a watch tower. But I couldn’t recall hearing of a prison close-by. I went there and to my surprise I indeed found a prison, the Penitenciaría Federal de Sona. Spanish name for a prison inside the USA? Here’s the explanation: It’s a fictional prison used in the TV series Prison Break. This completely run-down area used to be an old meat packing plant, not it lies in ruins. Sadly, when I found out about this place, the “prisoners” had escaped and TV crew already moved on.
Earlier this year on a trip to Ecuador, I came to the wonderful city of Guayaquil. While making my way trough a really colorful neighborhood up to Cerro Santa Ana, a pretty heavy storm was announcing itself with the first raindrops. Anyway, I wanted to reach the top of the hill, so kept walking and had the opportunity to take this interesting shot of the city.
Usually I’m not a big fan of this surreal HDR photos and when I use HDR, I always try my best to give it a very natural look, so in best case you don’t even notice it’s an HDR shot. On this occasion however I had the feeling that a slightly surreal, painted look would be best suited for this certain image.
Everything has a beginning and this is mine: the HP PhotoSmart 318. Today most likely any smartphone camera would easily beat it, but back then in 2001 it was a revolution for me. With a resolution of 2 megapixels, no zoom and an memory for about 8 photos (until for quite some money I got a 128mb memory card), you had to deal with some limitations. On the other hand, at this time you were the cool guy with an lcd viewfinder while all people around you were with their noses on the camera.
So, this specific photo here was taken on my summer vacation 2001 in France and shows the Sénanque Abbey. While I have to agree that it’s not really hard taking a good photo of this place (just google, you’ll find likely billions), it is still one of my very first steps in digital photography.