Yearly Archives: 2009

Winter’s desire

Winter’s desire, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. The sun has been cap­tured, her power sub­dued. Barred behind thick clouds she gleams but faintly As win­ter, the bit­ter con­queror, grips her realm with icy blows. Branches bend under his heavy hand And lakes’ and rivers’ lively motions Are halted by his freez­ing words. All is silent …

15. January 2009 – 22:48 | By Thorsten | Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | Comments (3)

The things that seem to be unchangeable

The things that seem to be unchange­able, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. There is iso­la­tion And then there is med­i­ta­tion There is lone­li­ness And then there is soli­tude There is fate And then there is des­tiny There is fail­ure And then there is oppor­tu­nity There is lack And then there is con­tent There is inhi­bi­tion …

15. January 2009 – 11:46 | By Thorsten | Posted in Poetry | Tagged , | Comments (0)

Some thoughts about exposure

Some thoughts about expo­sure, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. As a pho­tog­ra­pher I am con­stantly deal­ing with one very impor­tant ele­ment: light and more specif­i­cally expo­sure. Expo­sure refers to the amount of light reach­ing the film or sen­sor in the cam­era. An ideal expo­sure will ensure an evenly lit and well con­trasted pic­ture. The col­ors …

12. January 2009 – 14:19 | By Thorsten | Posted in Musings | Tagged , | Comments (0)

Heaven’s orchestra

Heaven’s orches­tra, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. Silence Nature waits patiently In eager antic­i­pa­tion A breeze Her­alds the arrival Of the glo­ri­ous wind Heaven’s orches­tra Begins to tune Its thun­der­ous instru­ments The con­duc­tor Appears clothed in dark clouds Ris­ing his baton Da niente Melodies descend Swirling through the air Danc­ing on the rooftops Sotto voce The choir …

7. January 2009 – 10:19 | By Thorsten | Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | Comments (0)

Down at frozen pond

Down at frozen pond, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. All is quiet Exhal­ing Misty breath Foot­steps in the snow Walk­ing on cot­ton candy Down to frozen pond. Soft sounds emerge Whis­per­ing Through sweet air tast­ing of snow Crys­tal drops Falling On thick ice As if hun­dreds of lit­tle bal­leri­nas Dance on mirror’s edge. In the …

2. January 2009 – 09:12 | By Thorsten | Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , | Comments (0)