I love/used to love making extreme macro photographs. It is astonishing what one can see when a subject is magnified x-times.
Aren’t images taken with an electron microscope just awesome? How an amoeba can become a horrible monster.
During a walk I found this pod of seeds and believe me it sticks like Velcro. I made a photograph with my Sigma 180mm macro and then a close-up using the same lens but with a 68mm extension tube. This weekend I’m going to try to make an image with this rig and a bellows to get an even bigger magnification.
The camera used is the Olympus E-PM1 with an adapter so it fits to Nikon gear.
No words on his one. Let you imagination flow.
What do you see?
What story can you come up with?
When I wander through my apartment I notice more and more signs of Princesses’ presence in my life.
A pair of slippers in the bathroom, knickers carelessly thrown in the laundry basket, the extra toothbrush, the body milk, for example and some of her clothes in the wardrobe.
It feels great and these traces she leaves make me smile, make me feel happy. We are not meant to be alone but also to love.
I love Princess with all my heart and she is the one I have been waiting for, for whom I was once conceived.
Princess makes me shine, a beacon in her life.
In my life.
In our life.
Princess doesn’t sneak into my bed on Wednesday morning anymore as she started working full-time again. Now she comes over on Tuesday in the evening, when her kids have done their schoolwork and spends the night with me.
Last night we booked in Bruges for the first weekend of June, a week after my birthday. We choose the cozy Ensor hotel near the center through the excellent services of booking.com.
This morning we woke up early, 06:20, because Princess has to go home first to prepare and drop her youngest kids for school before going to work.
I get up with her of course and while she took a shower I made her lunch, two sandwiches with cheese, a banana and a piece of chocolate.
Wow, it felt so good doing this and if memory serves me well it was a first time I made a lunch packet for my partner.
Closed the door behind Princess and went back to bed and it was warm under the duvet and my love of my life was still so very present. Yet I missed the warmth of her skin against mine, the soft stroking of her breath in my neck.
The image was made with one studio strobe and some reflectors with the Olympus E-PM1 and the Sigma 180mm/3,5 macro for Nikon.
Monday evening, February 25th.
I’m listening to some Muddy Waters and enjoying a glass of white wine.
For the first time in months, well, to be quite honest, for almost a year now, I’ve taken the trouble to set up some of my studio-flash gear.
Last week, during a walk, I collected some branches with seeds, with no special thoughts in mind.
I used them to make some studio photographs and boy did it feel good trying to be creative again. This surely is no mind-blowing image but I’m happy with the result and that is what really counts.
Of course I used my Olympus E-PM1 and mounted a Sigma 180mm f3.5 macro using the Nikon to MFT adapter. I don’t use my Nikons that much anymore. To big to tag along and I find the Lumix pancake lenses deliver razor-sharp images with the Olympus proving once again the obvious: it is not the camera that counts but the glass.
Even stopped down a little the Sigma doesn’t deliver the same sharpness the Lumix glass does.
I did my laundry this evening and when I went to put my wash in the tumble dryer I saw him.
An old man somewhere in his seventies I guess. Sitting there, waiting, bent forward, elbows resting on his thighs. And he looks so damned sad.
In some way he reminds me of my father; maybe the glasses or the receding hair, I have no idea.
Why is he sad? Is he alone? Is he thinking about his late spouse? His youth? Confronted with the simple fact he has no future anymore, not at that age anyway.
Maybe he has another story, something amazing but I didn’t care to ask.
I left and went home to my own stories.
Had a beer.
Then I realized…
I want to climb mountains and
Go boating on the deepest oceans
With you, my love.
I want to fly to the Far East
And ride on elephants.
To travel to Cologne,
Travel the world.
With you, my love.
Can you see me?
Can you feel me?
Can you hear my breath?
Are you real or
Am I just dreaming you?
I want to feel you
Make my skin burn.
Let my lips crave.
Feed my desire.
Only then I’m sure
You and I exist
Let the world perish.
As long as I have you
I don’t give a damn.