Tag Archives: Photography by Thorsten Becker

Blue Water City

Blue Water City, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. “I gotta get out, out of Frac­tal City, clear my head, refresh my synapses, go down to Blue Water City. Blue Water City, so clean you can dip into any pud­dle and come out fresher than the morn­ing dew. Gotta take a dive, make a splash, wash

Fractal City

Frac­tal City, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. “Frac­tal City, a dirty pit of infi­nite geo­met­ric forms and grids of math­e­mat­i­cal pat­ters. Where binary thugs come at ana­logue sig­nals in pre­cisely cal­cu­lated inter­vals, where Man­del­brot crime lords reign supreme over lesser iter­a­tions. The low­est com­mon denom­i­na­tor here is that you can always count on some alge­braic

Love, Passion and Creativity — Part 3

As I am writ­ing part three now I real­ize how much I do love writ­ing. There is a sig­nif­i­cant dif­fer­ence between know­ing and under­stand­ing and it can take quite a while before one turns into the other. Despite major lapses and set­back I keep on writ­ing, in one for or another. In the pre­vi­ous post

Love, Passion and Creativity — Part 2

Before head­ing into this post I rec­om­mend read­ing part one of “Love, Pas­sion and Cre­ativ­ity”, if you haven’t already done so, as I’ve laid the foun­da­tion in that post for what’s to fol­low. Time is a curi­ous thing. I’ve writ­ten about it before but I want to men­tion it here again in the con­text of

Love, Passion and Creativity — Part 1

So there’s been a lapse again on Alternate:Words. What was once intended to be a reg­u­lar per­sonal blog filled with cre­ative writ­ings has turned into skip­ping entire months with­out updates. It was time for me to take a deeper look at the reason(s) for this and what I have to share may be help­ful to

For cherry blossoms, new life

For cherry blos­soms, new life, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. The trist of win­ter Has the drag­on­fly in its grip My heart is aching Pray­ing for spring mir­a­cle For cherry blos­soms, new life © Thorsten Becker   I’ve devi­ated from my Wednesday/Sunday post­ing cycle as I sim­ply couldn’t find my words. Any cat­a­stro­phe touches me but

Tossing and turning

Toss­ing and turn­ing, orig­i­nally uploaded by Thorsten Becker. The clock chimed twelve As the mid­night sun Eerily spun A twi­light web Across slate gray night At that hour I approached the gate Wide and great Lead­ing to mind’s gar­den Of flash­ing den­drite Step­ping into, walk­ing through I felt my soul entwine Wrapped in deep dark vine