haunting memories III: Kerry

my best friend, my first love. He taught me to get out and explore and to find excitement in the everyday surroundings and that the very same tree can smell different every day. He showed me how strolling through the woods can be the cure for another lame day at school. He was walking me when I was caught up in daydreams and too many placebo songs, when there was too much screaming at home and when there was only silence. He was my muse when I first went out with a camera trying to frame the setting sun.
I was sixteen and scared of everything and he was the bravest dog I know.

 Saupurzel, Germany 2005

Saupurzel, Germany 2005

 

haunting memories II: zen

 

along the solitude walks in costa rica’s vivid nature and during theses never ending bus rides, the mind sometimes runs wild and brings back places, people and regrets I’ll be never able to forget.

 Heggenes, Norway - April 2018

Heggenes, Norway - April 2018

although I only spoke to dogs for most of the time and only met a hand full of people while I was living in Valdres, the few once that I’ve met did inspire me and shaped my image of Norway. Including of course Marit and Susana, two truly amazing women, who had to handle me for over 7 month. But this one goes out to a young veterinarian who helped me when I was at my worst. 

I felt so much emptiness after the misery that I have caused. For the pain he had to endure because of my failures. But the warmth and gentleness you’ve put in his treatment and the bold courtesy in wich you managed to overlook my ignorance and faults left me with nothing but gratitude.
You have chosen to dedicate your life to ease pain and rescue the lives of animals and that makes you the hero of my days. For you have not only saved Zen but also cured my state self-pity and regret. You gave this little man back the future that I had so carelessly endangered. So at last, from the bottom of my tiny heart: Thank you! 

 

haunting memories I: the rally

along the solitude walks in costa rica’s vivid nature and during theses never ending bus rides, the mind sometimes runs wild and brings back places, people and regrets I’ll be never able to forget. This is what I call haunting memories. 

Die Mongol Rally ist wahrscheinlich meine seltsamste Reise gewesen und selbst nach vier Jahren, weiß ich noch nicht so recht was das genau war. Was blieb ist eine Serie, die ich nie veröffentlicht habe und die Notizen eines Feiglings nenne, bestehend aus ein paar Fotos die wahrscheinlich nur mir was bedeuten und einer Handvoll bruchstückhafter Texte die ich selbst nicht mehr lesen will. 

Alles was ich weiß ist, dass die Tore zur Hölle von Meschen geschaffen wurden und man dem Meer alles anvertrauen kann.

 Darwaza, Turkmenistan 2014

Darwaza, Turkmenistan 2014

When you are a sinner like me and find yourself in front of the gates of hell, it's good to remember the old turkmen advice:
If you pay the devil a visit, you better come in disguise.