When Skies dance

Over the Easter week we were in Finland. A land of intense cold and high snow piles. By March end, the sun had reappeared and daytime mean sunshine. While nights were still dark. Which meant we could see the Auroras as they danced across the skies. So bright even a bright full moon could not pale them out.
Here’s my first ever attempt at time-lapse shooting and processing, in a hope to share with you the excitement, enchantment and enjoyment of the sight. Please excuse the at-times shakiness 🙂


The present and the past

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From a trip into Graz yesterday with only my phone to shoot with. At the Kunsthause, I found this shot.
Representative, I think, for the city.

Perfect happiness

The quiet, rare joy of enjoying the work of an artist previously not known.
Hans Robert Pippal

In a medium that’s my particular favourite and quite uncommon.

To top it further was the subject depicted.
Streets of Vienna from the late 20th century. Vital and vibrant.

Vienna, 8th district. Theater in the Josef Strasse in Winter. ca 1975 Albertina, Vienna ©Bildrecht, Vienna, 2016

There is a special fragile quality of paintings from the 1970s , 80s and 90s.

Artists were facing a challenge from photography like never before. Painting had not found its new space that it has today in the 2010s.

As art became more abstract and non-representative, paintings like these, masterly in their confidence and skill, depicting reality as it was, yet more than just a capture of the scene, were rare. A treasure for the viewer today.


Candid homesickness

When I feel homesick, I go through my photographs from India and most times it’s the simple spontaneous shots that  evoke the greatest emotion. Like this family waiting to cross the road when my car came to a stop at a crossing.

Yes beauty is in the perfectly composed, dramatically lit shot of the perfect Taj Mahal. Yet these shots, often off in composition and exposure are so much more powerful in their ability to strike a cord. The changing expressions creating bonds reaching across time, space… lives.


Lace of gold


Yesterday morning was one of the early rising days. German class starts at 8 am and I’m NOT a happy early riser.
Cold and dark. Hummm whats to like about either???

But frost on the window, before sunrise. Winters can be fun! 🙂

Mountains, mornings and winters

Mountains, mornings and winters seem to be made for each other. Specially after fresh snowfall. The Gerlitzen Alpe is a popular skiing destination and a photographers joy.

We went a little crazy.

Out with our cameras at all hours of the day and night. Including 4 and 6 am when the sky was clear and the stars performed their nightly drama. The fact that the wind howled and the air was cold enough to be felt through several layers, seemed somehow not to matter. (ok seems I did grumble a bit as my long-suffering husband informs me.  I naturally don’t remember such things 😀 )

Then morning came bringing with it a rosy sunrise.
The full collection of photographs can be seen on my website

A slow warm winter

It seems to be an endless wait for snow in our part of Austria this year. Around me are dry mountains, their trees still holding on to their last brown leaves. Much treasured are small areas around water where there is some frost and ice. A little of winter magic before Spring returns.

At Bärenschützklamm, a happy waterfall, ice dusts the moss-covered rocks. Some icicles reach down. Not yet strong enough to touch the ground.

Some months ago, the forest was full of colour. Singing its Autumnal song. Now that song is ended. The winter one not yet started.


We wait…