The Weight of Falling
Gravity is a constant. We spend our lives resisting it, building walls, planting roots, anchoring ourselves to the earth as if we could stay forever. But there is a different truth in the air. To let go is not to lose oneself, but to finally…
Rock n Roll by Rainer Mirau
I love shooting great landscapes in magical light. But I enjoy equally walking around looking for inimate details. When the light is flat an boring, my biggest pleasure is isolating interesting shapes of stones on a shoreline. Rain can be an…
The Skin of Time
The smell of wet iron always pulls me back to the basement of my childhood home, where the air tasted of damp earth and slow, creeping oxidation. It is a metallic tang that coats the back of the tongue, sharp and cold, like licking a frozen…