The first stop on our little summer road trip this year is a little romantic city just outside Walldorf.
A most beautiful university city I want to revisit next time I may have to travel to the center of the SAP universe in Walldorf. A most symbolic overnight stop (many more to come these two weeks) in an idyllic city as I have to refind my workflow. This is my first ever longer roadtrip I travel without a full fledge laptop. A roadtrip I will try to optimize my digital workflow from viewfinder to blogpost by using my iPad as my main digital workstation while on the road.
The last few years my workflow has become to top heavy, and the fun of getting a quick post out had disappeared. This year I will try to change that flow, and what better city to start this in as Heidelberg.
I did not post here last week.
Did I fail my mission ?
I don’t think so.
I have been pretty busy with my creative self on the other side.
The plastic side.
A side I love passionately.
A site that needed some TLC.
If you want to know more, do head over to Stuck In Plastic (the most ever awesome creative plastic collective you will bump into in this Milky Way) and catch up on my posts over there.
I love plastic and I was happy to bump into Woody and Jessie at the end of the rainbow with that other love of my life at my side this weekend.
I can’t wait to follow their plastic adventures here on our little blog and at Stuck In Plastic …
I am just returning from a visit to Granada (15˚ C) and here I am already packing again to hit the road to Brussels. It was a short and sweet stop over at this little beautiful place called home. A little bit chilly with minus 4˚ in the sun, but nevertheless stunningly beautiful. Pale blue skies, white snow covering the lands, warm sunlight and ice turning the water into mysterious arctic blue patterns across the archipelago.
I did not had much time to get out and shoot plastic or new places, but I could not resist to take the hot air balloon for a little spin into memory lane.
Photo 3 in my ongoing little promise is posted. A post in the Places category. A special place called home.
Last week I made a promise. A promise to post one new image here every week. An image in one of my four creative Peas of Photography:
Plastic, People, Places and Projects.
The whole week I have been thinking which P to take. Bring on the pressure with a portrait image in the People category, or be save with another great shot of Woody in the Hot Tub (which falls fully in the Plastic category).
When @Jack said it was complicated last year (on my birthday nonetheless), it resonated with me. Twenty sixteen for sure was a complicated one. A year that will be remembered as the year Donald Trump won the elections in the UsofA. The year that the UK decided to leave the EU and make a Brexit. A year with continued violence and acts of madness. A year full of tribal fears around the globe (Philippines, China, Russia … to name just a few). A most complicated year, where we had to say goodbye to some very creative people and iconic history makers. A rogue year.
On a much more individual, creative level, twenty sixteen was equally complicated for me and I got more than once stuck in a creative gridlock. When twenty fifteen was about to close, I made my own little creative to do list. A smaller list around my own Four Peas or short 4P in Photography. Not the classic 4Ps of Marketing, but the 4 Photographic areas I wanted to improve in.
People, Places, Plastic and Projects.
I on purpose did not write about it, as I did not want to make any new years resolution as outlined two years ago, and then fail to deliver. I had hoped to deliver on it and then write the 4P post a little later. It did not happen. I did shoot in my 4P areas, but did not push through in finishing them off and share them consistently with you.
With twenty seventeen freshly started, it is time to take a new approach, make some new years resolutions and then follow through on them.
Doing a 365 photo challenge is nothing for me, and doing one post a month (my lofty promise from October) also did not work that well.
So here is my promise to self.
I will post once a week, here on my little photo blog a new work I did not share with you before (at least not here). A work that fits in one of my Four Peas.
Crossroads or crossroad or cross road may refer to quite a few creative works in literature, film and music. It may even refer to a long list of places around the world and beyond or it could just simply be an intersection. An intersection is the junctionat-grade (special thanks to wikipedia) of two or more roads either meeting or crossing. An intersection may be a threesome (also called a T or Y junction), a foursome (often in the form of said crossroads), or have five or more arms and easily turn into a merry go round or roundabout.
Crossroads can easily be a found in the middle of the Alentejo.
It has been almost a year since I updated the blog and this seems to be a recurring theme looking at this old post from 2012, where I also discovered it was a year ago.
I am for sure not a great poster of words.
Here is a little note to myself. Let’s try to feature at least one image here every month moving forward and see this post as a crossroad to sharing more work with you straight from my personal portfolio …
Paris (UK: /ˈpærɪs/parr-iss; US: /ˈpɛərɪs/pair-iss; French: [paʁi] ) is the capital of France. The City of Paris has an area of 105 square kilometres (41 square miles for those not familiar with the by now widely spread metric system) and has a population of 2M people within its city limits.The Paris Region covers 12K square kilometres (4.5K square miles), and has a population over 12 million people. Roughly the same size as Belgium (that other city just north of Paris) or a good two million more as the total headcount of Sweden (the larger Stockholm Region by comparison is half the size of Paris, and has a sixth of the population, a good two million including yours truly).
Paris was founded in the 3rd century BC by a Celtic people called the Parisii, who gave the city its name (and not after Paris Hilton as some may believe). By the 12th century, Paris was the largest city in the western world, a prosperous trading centre, and the home of the University of Paris, one of the first in Europe. In the 18th century, it was the centre stage for the French Revolution, and became an important centre of finance, commerce, fashion, science, and the arts, a position it still retains today.
Paris is the home of the most visited art museum in the world, the Louvre, as well as some other big names like the Musée d’Orsay and the Musée National d’Art Moderne. The most notable architectural landmarks of Paris include Notre Dame Cathedral (12th century); the Sainte-Chapelle (13th century); the Eiffel Tower (1889); and the Basilica of Sacré-Cœur on Montmartre (1914) to name just a few.
Paris is not only the city of light and a romantic destination for many tourists around the globe, it is also the place where I first met my soulmate some good twenty years ago. A city full of memories of old and new friends alike.
So, when I woke up on Saturday and got greeted with a FB safety check that some of my friends in Paris checked in safely, it became instantly clear that disaster had struck in the centre of a city that is dear to me. Not a natural disaster inflicted by the whimsical moods of Mother Nature, but one inflicted by mankind.
A terror attack just one day after the terrible bombing in Beirut.
Sad, meaningless, just a total waste of energy.
Is humanity in the twenty first century not grown beyond those barbaric acts our human history is known for ? Did we not grew up and learned from the past ?
The Celts, the Aztecs, The Dark Ages, Nazi Germany, Stalin, … they all had their dark spot to say the least, but humanity ploughed forward, and one could only have dreamed we were seriously moving to a flat world, a world where humanity works together to solve the challenges of the 21st century and generations to come.
A world where we have to take global decisions together on our climate in just a few weeks, in that same city of light. Agree on how we can save our planet before we do unrecoverable damage that puts an end to humanity, full stop. Not just the left or the right, the north or the south, the east or the west. The full planet, all of us. Game over for species Homo Sapiens.
But it is not just us who can harm our little habitat here (although we do have a very good track record of being destructive), there is a long list out there of what can and will go wrong in the future and we have enough challenges to conquer and give our species a change of survival (if you wonder why Zurple and Quignee are keeping a close eye on Elon Musk and his Space X program, check out this awesomely inspiring blog).
Enough challenges ahead of us from a simple accidental asteroid to artificial super intelligence. We should not be shooting and blowing up people on a Friday evening (on no evening for that matter).
I am sad, and angry, and feel kind of helpless. Helpless we are not moving as humanity in the right direction of the bigger picture (which goes way beyond us as a species) and are still stuck in meaningless terror and violence.
I am sad, but at the same time resolved.
I cannot build a rocket to Mars or code a conscience into A.I. but I can speak up for our species in my work, in my photography.
Make sure I share the message of hope and inspiration.
Of building an intergalactic species that is known for its science and arts, just like the city of light. A species that believes in toys and imagination, in creativity and equality.
I hope my great grand children will look back and still find some inspiration in our generation.
I for sure will leave them my photography and hope it will inspire their children to look back at the past and smile on these whimsical great grandparents that took their toys to places to inspire creativity.