Analogue photography from faraway and home by Cindy Ruch
Essaouira is easy-going. “Maybe tomorrow”, it’s what the traders, waiters and cameleers say when we stop them with a wave of our hand because we are currently not interested, “maybe tomorrow”, we reply and smile to part with good intentions. Cats wander through the streets. One has four kitties, they are all lying with closed…
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Wie Marrakesch einfange, eine Stadt, die mehr Fantasie als Realität zu sein scheint, und doch so wahr, dass ich auch als Zweitbesucher noch in den Gassen verloren gehe, die Kamera oft bei den besten Bildern in der Tasche lasse, um den Moment nicht zu stören, um besser zu beobachten, um Wörter gegen Filmrollen zu tauschen.…
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Die Entspannung von Reisen findet im Zug statt. Heimreise von Prag. Die letzten Tage viel gelaufen, viel gesehen, viel gegessen. Fast froh um die Fahrt im Berliner EC. Vier Stunden Pause. Neben mir zwei weitere Besucher, sie haben die Fensterplätze. Hin und wieder ein Seufzer, ein Lächeln, während der Zug noch im Bahnhof steht. Lichtstreifen…
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I will never grow tired of this city. Every morning a short walk down to the Moldau river to check the magnificent view. A look up the buildings to find lions, birds and statues cut into the walls, wondering how often they must paint those colourful houses. I keep on walking, sure about the direction…
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In March, the Indian Ocean was our constant travel companion for ten days. When we woke up, we had our first cup of coffee looking out onto the sea, and before we went to bed, we looked into the liquid darkness and imagined another world. We never grew tired looking at the ocean, its changing…
Read More„Where is my village? Where do I live? I live on this train. I used to live in one place and I will live in another but now I live in this perfect place between the past and the future, the known and the unknown, the bad and the good.“ While travelling through Sri Lanka…
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I left Berlin early morning when the sky was still dark and the street lights still on, to arrive in the black forest nine hours later. All the time – while it was slowly getting brighter outside, while I was sitting on my window seat not looking out of the window, while I was waiting…
Read MoreBevor wir die Karoowüste in Südafrika im Frühjahr verließen, hielten wir an einem Kaktusgarten an. Die stacheligen Pflanzen waren überall, manche mehrere Meter hoch, andere noch jung und klein. Eigentlich war es ein Kaktuswald. “Tolle Sammlung”, sagte ich zu dem älteren Mann mit den langen, weißen Haaren, der zwischen den Kakteen saß. Er schaute mich…
Read MoreI still wanted to tell you about the place. It was autumn in the Little Karoo, the semi-desert in South Africa. At 7 am, it already felt like the start of a summer day. It was so quiet I could locate each noise: The one fly buzzing near my ear. The one bird flapping its…
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