margaret-of-anjou asked: Greetings from spain! charming tumblr! it's an amazing work!! :) cheers!
Thank you so much!
It brings me unique kind of joy, knowing so many people all over the world for a second, for a minute agree to look through my eyes. And who knows, maybe like what they see?
gosetfire asked: absolutely stunning blog. maybe the best i know. massive greets from even more joyless, cold and grey-coloured germany.
Schönen dank mein Freund!
I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been visiting my Grandmother living in Berlin for more than 10 years in a row, every summer holiday. I’ve got a lot childish memories of Potsdamer Platz, Mendelssohn-Bartholdy Park, red S-bahn and yellow U-bahn, Checkpoint Charlie, Branderburger Tor, Unter den Linden Strasse, Fernsehturm and many, many other significant and trivial little places. I explored Berlin always surrounded by it’s unique, greasy smell and cold, yet very welcoming omnipresent grey. I will always remember.
As few days passed, my last photograph 'Riddle' began it’s own life, reaching currently something over 3.800 notes. I’m truly grateful, as the murky graveyard depicted in this photograph is worth any praise.
I think it’s right time to say a little bit about the Jewish Cemetery in general. Why did I decide to photograph place, that seems to belong to completely other dimension than crude, soviet monuments?
The Necropolis was established in 1856, but some parts of it date back even to medieval times. You can surely get overwhelmed by power of ages, as you find inscriptions dating back several hundred years ago. I’m fascinated by those narrow, shady paths leading to refined macevas coming in huge diversity of form and styles. During my walks I noticed, that many of them are butchered by hundreds of little cracks and hollows. At first, I was a little confused. Why are there so many fractured plates everywhere? Such damage couldn’t be caused simply by the time passage. The answer to this riddle was simple, yet unexpected. Standing in this absolutely quiet place, I could hardly imagine the clash between advancing Red Star and retreating Iron Cross which tore this sacred place calmness. Last breath of World War II. It’s quite ironic to salvage your life behind the grave of people you hate and detest, don’t you think?
I decided to follow the bulletholes, just to find it extremely hard to achieve a shoot able to convey at least a little bit of this cemetery vibe. Shadow and lush ivy are good guardians after all. Every photograph I’ll post since now will be my little victory. Scenes I managed to retrieve with my own hands and camera.