I haven’t noticed it before, but going through my pictures I see a theme there. Sure, the photos aren’t always pretty or well composed, but I must be taking them for a reason. A reason I need to explore further, but with more intent and better execution from now on.
Cactus Flower by Night
I’ve had Cacti since I was a child, but getting them to flower has always been a mystery to me. Now with old age, one has finally started to produce flowers and even for the second year!
I missed the flowers the first time around, because they only open for one day – which actually means it starts to open around sunset and dies until noon the next day. Ideal conditions to take a beautiful photo…
As a visitor from the Old World, a world were things are old and small and puzzled together, to me those rows of high tower buildings were a mind blowing new experience. You suddenly become aware of scale. I had never seen anything like that before with my own two eyes. Walking through the seemingly endless streets feeling so small, always looking up in awe – that is what New York meant to me at the time. Something I had only seen on TV and now I was right in the middle of it all.
In the 1990s the cars in New York looked so nice and old and American. Like an episode of Kojak. There is a TGI Fridays on the right where the balloons are and at the end of the street is the back of the New York Public Library, one of my favourite buildings in the world for all the knowledge it holds in its walls.