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I traveled by train the other day. Swooped by fields and forests and finally arrived in the city. While walking home the evening light was still lit and the slight undercurrent of warmer air made its way around the street corners.

Experience is the best teacher, by far. You know, ever since I was young I knew that if you look both ways when you cross the street, you’ll see a lot more than just traffic… C’est aussi bien de regarder au ciel.

We all have our time machines. Some take us back; they’re called memories. Some shoot us forward; they’re called dreams. Well… time is the stream I go a-fishin’ in.


This is the recent submission to GOOD inc in a poster contest about women in human trafficking — check it and the rest of the submissions out @, and leave feedback.


I love to watch people and changing fashions in a big city — or at any place for that matter — Vienna, Stockholm, New York. I appreciate different styles that inspire and that I think look great. I look at whole outfits and how they are put together, but notice the abstract concepts of color, proportion, pattern mixing or mixed genres, as well.

Here we were at Zentralfriedhof outside Vienna; a beautiful, open space for a rather freezing cold day. There wasn’t too much foot traffic, but the people watching proved fascinating…

Laid back, comfortable — with an individual touch — is usually the style I’m inclined to the most. Today: a peacoat, warm socks and boots, with a dash of color.

My next goal is to find a cool pair of rimmed glasses.

With the constant buzz going ’round about the recent earthquakes and tsunamis in the Pacific and Caribbean, my lense pointed down the other day to find these micro-faults in the pavement. I’m not sure if it was a subconscious effect of over-stimulation or a deeply felt compassion; maybe it was both.

Either way, I am fascinated by the way mother nature lifts, pushes and gnarls at the structures of our man-made existence, as if to scoff at their feeblenesses. Nature has a way of giving us a wake-up call.

I also simply enjoyed the textures of the ground, the cracks, and the dirt and other natural remains that filled them.

These photographs were taken on the edge of Vienna, in Simmering, at the Zentralfriedhof.