Eine seltsame Vorstellung, dass ich das, was ich erlebe, auch hätte nicht alleine erleben können. Dass ich in Schnee und Kälte hinausginge, doch dabei jemanden neben mir sähe, wir uns Schritt für Schritt über offenes Feld kämpfen könnten, einzig um ein paar dort gelegenen Buchen einen Besuch abzustatten. Sie ist seltsam genug, dass sie mir gar nicht gelingen mag, diese Vorstellung. I can’t picture it, wie es im Englischen heißt. Wenn ich doch einmal im dichten Nebel auf jemanden traf, sie dagegen gemeinsam, verstand ich immer, dass ich es bin, der alleine ist, und sie die anderen. Es gelingt mir nicht, mir auszumalen, dass es anders sein könnte – und vor allem nicht das Wie. Wie es anders sein könnte. Ich kann sorgsam Bäume unrunden, spielend Gesichter und ganze Leben darin erkennen; in anderen aber nichts. Es bleibt, als würde ich ins offene Schneetreiben hinaussehen. Nur nicht so schön, das nicht.
[2026/02/04]
During the last days of January, I made some attempts to photography the freshly fallen snow. I could have included those results in my recently on-going series ‘No One Is Out Here Today‘ but decided to put them into a new one since a chapter of my live ends. So, after I had photographed another place during sunrise, I decided to continue my travels to visit some particular trees I found back in December 2024 (in fact, I also did a small reprocessing of those images recently here). The nearest road was closed due to snowfalls, but I still drove it as far as I could. Then, I hiked up the road further up (no one in sight), and traversed in the open field. It’s usually not a challenging hike, given the distance of only little over 2 miles, but I can assure it was different this time. When I left the road behind, I was in the open field, no tracks or anything, not even trees to be seen due to the snow, and dense fog (a proper whiteout, I’d say). I looked around – and there was nothing. Each step in the snow mattered, and I kept going in that direction until I saw the forest I remembered. I photographed those trees, and also followed some deer path on the slope in order to find some new one. After that, it was time to return the same way – which once again took quite some effort. Back by the car, still no one was in sight, and the only footsteps covering the snowy road up and down were my own. I love it if it’s like this. So, this is where you can always find me. Outside. Just somewhere.
2026/02/06, listening to Hania Rani
Where You Can Always Find Me
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