Samstag, 17. Februar 2018

Berlin | Joel Meyerowitz. Why color?



With last night's new moon has started the Chinese Year of the Dog. 
Barbara and I drive f(l)ix to Berlin to visit the retrospective of the photographer 
Joel Meyerowitz, New York (photo above by him)



But first coffee! Alas! the café at the C/O Berlin 
is open only for vip people because of the Berlinale... so 
we have a nice late breakfast round the corner


Greece, 1966

New York, 1978

Sky Horizont Water | Light


 At the atelier of Cezanne






Heaven Over Berlin



 We're heading to the Hallesches Haus, Kreuzberg


 "This is Nadine. Or Patrice? No, she is wearing a black dress!" ;-*
This place remind us on our last summergathering with the Ladies from the Benelux.
We are wondering where we will meet this year!


and then my battery of my mobile emptied...


The retrospective of Joel Meyerowitz (who will turn 80 in March) is really
amazing and worth a journey. Not only his fantastic photos, also his warm,
wise words I admire very much.

So, we had a great time in Berlin, of course!
We've run a lot and too much, of course (next time we'll take a map with us and
a power bank) and we flop with a moaning into the seat of the (late, of course)
train back to Hamburg.

Next time Irving Penn, Bee!


And, what is your next trip?
Love, Ariane. Rose




Montag, 12. Februar 2018

Rosenmontag



Hello!


With loud chatter a goose lands on the frozen Eisenbach early this morning. 
It is 'Rosenmontag', Carnival Monday, but she does not wear a fancy dress ;-)
 {only the kids celebrate this day in the North of Germany}.


The weather fools us like in April with snowfall and sunshine in constant change
with hailstorms,  rigid like 'Kamelle' {caramel sweets which were thrown to the
audience in the South/West of Germany during carnival}


Do you celebrate carnival? 
or would you like? in Brasil or in Venice?

Love, Ariane. Rose




Samstag, 10. Februar 2018

Grey turns blue



Heaven! Light! Blue sky (and moon) at morning makes my heart gently.


It is Winter at the Eisenbach
but despite of snow and ice there are little signs of Spring. 


They populate the trees and bushes: Cyanistes, too speedy and smart for me to catch clear and
detailed by camera, so I make quickly this drawing.


I evacuate the hyacinths to the staircase because of their strong fragrance. The light outside
is so very beautiful and long wished-for. It makes the world looks new to me.


I try to photograph more people. It is so exiting for me! This lady for example has taken
a seat at the train in front of me. She catch a pocket mirror, green spangled with a pink rose, and
fished an eyelash out of her eye (maybe she took a wish?). Me fascinated, but too shy to ask her
for a photo and, I was afraid to disturb the situation with my question. So, as she closed her eyes,
her face turned to enjoy the sun, I pluck up the courage and took this photo with my mobile.
Or, is it... craven? What do you think?

Right after that she left the train and my battery devoid. These feeling! A bygone feeling
from times of analogue photography, to wait for my photos to process.



Have it sunny, dear friend!
Love, Ariane. Rose




Dienstag, 23. Januar 2018

The Garden of Isolde | Winter




I follow the dirt road along yet abandoned shacks and just before frozen fosses. To the right hand side, behind the field and the trees, there nestles another shack. It's Isolde's modest little house surrounded by her garden. The middle of the world. My heart jump for joy. Because of snowfall, I impromtu have taken a half day of vacation, catched my camera and driven to Isolde's garden. Well, "snow"... But, it's worth a try to photograph this place in Winter... here the last Winter.



The farmers leased a part of land parcel to people who wants to till the ground and allowed about 20 people to build little houses from wood (without water and energy). But after the City of Hamburg bought it from the farmers, the days are numbered and the people who had gardened pull down their shacks. 

I know this place for about 14 years now and this process lasts the last five years. Bevor my inner eye I still see the wooden little houses, coloured with soft green, yellow, dark red or white, see the blossoming gardens of the old, gardening Ladies from Russia between peas, runner beans and gladiolas, roses... Now, the birch trees and the blackberries overgrow all of it. All of it?



Noho! Not yet! Isolde's place, her space, is still free of them.
We shall have some tea in Springtime and will listen to the bird song.



As I spy the mirroring screen for a nice image, I hear a gaggle of geese. So I 'run' for a better view and see how they just start from the paddock. Some look like snow geese, with their pure white plumage. So beautiful. (Alas I haven't got a better pic, 'cause the way to this spot has been boggy, snowy and slippery*.)


But now, I have to reach the bus, which comes only once an hour. 


Back to work.


*Because of walking those kind of unpaved ways, I feel like after a marathon when I've sat in the bus (and still in the train). Next time I don't wear my high heels here! 


You wanna see more photos? You'll find them on my flickr
and here at Rose:


Im Garten der Isolde (02.10.2010)
Im Garten der Isolde | Frühling (14.03.2011)
Drawing challenge #54: GARDEN (24.03.2012)
Achtern Diek (05.11.2012) 
Sammlung (03.11.2013) 
Move (08.06.2015)
DC #177: POT (03.10.2015)
Märchenhaft (11.09.2016)
Dezember 2017 (31.12.2017)

I am afraid that my analogue photos from our living in the garden were destroyed by the fire in 2014. If somebody of you, my dear family and friends, have old photographs by me, especially of the Summer 2006, please contact me.

For now, bye-bye! Hope you are doing well.
Love, Ariane. Rose



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