Some xpro photos from last year
Jump!
Waiting
Frozen Mummelsee
Goodbye 2011
Mallorca
The darker days
A foggy morning
Portixeddu
Klitmøller sunset
Rubjerg Knude Fyr
Kalmarsund IV
Kalmarsund II
Kalmarsund I
Kalmarsund III
A long time ago
White calmness
Farol do Cabo da Roca
The sky is the limit
Wallberg
Rays
Yet another violet sunset
Clouds
Sylt – Rotes Kliff
Sylt – Leuchtfeuer Ostellenbogen
Beach of Tana Lot
cold beauty
Goodbye 2009
the days I will never forget
the end of a beautiful day
morning light
Canggu Beach
The ghosts of Pura Tanah Lot
random sunset
after the rain
never summer
Viva la gloria
probably my last landscape photo
covered
lost & found
spring is here
the awakening
silence
leaning
from above
after rainy days the sun will shine
a good morning …
in the end …
shades of grey
Lake Lucerne
Furkapass Panorama
morning moon
when the days are growing shorter
endless
now and then
humid
haze
Capo Pécora
on a violet day …
Masua
feel the power
it’s been a while
The house on piles
the sunday afternoon boat splash
fire
the night of the owls
fishin’ in the waters of light
blue silence
blue white world
above the clouds
a velvia morning
Goodbye 2007
a cold winter morning
the snowy beech tree sunset
leafless but not lifeless
violet snow
step by step …
welcome to the real world
the beech tree
reloaded
the mysterious box
the way to the light
Mystic Black Forest
and the sky turned violet
the lonesome fisherman’s house
the small one with the red cap
empty beach
hydrophytic sunset
flood swing
green stuff
stay
red cliff
crack of dawn
old habit
the wooden path to halo beach
Attention: strong breeze!
when the tide is out ….
and the waves came crashing in …
the restaurant at the end of the universe
Moin, Moin!
close to heaven
flying high
mossy
space junk?
rusty
Bovbjerg Fyr
resistance is futile
final blue
deep silence
french hay
never-ending story
Some things get better over the years, some don’t.
when time flies
the last boat
anxiety
glaring & flaring
tied
the end of the journey …
solitary
the pot of gold
a good wine
good morning
treasure hunting
in the water where I center my emotion
the path
There are billions of colors and each is a unique kind of red.
Coney Island Pier
forgotten morning
escape
the bench of god at the end of the world
and over the years it’s slowly taken by the sea
frozen lookout
la chapelle
Schauinsland
the hunt
hey hay!
what it lacks in size it makes up for in red
west wind
fly away
