I often wander without a goal.
Hoping to see a photo.
A hope that often goes unfulfilled.
And so I simply take a walk with my camera.

I keep moving.
Through much space in little time.
Always with the hope,
that around the next corner, I will finally see a photo.

Yet over the last few years, I have noticed something:
Photographs can find me, when I give their space some time.

Geheimdialog:
One evening in Glasgow, I went outside again, just around the hotel.
I slowly walked the same streets several times.
And on the third round, I suddenly saw something
that I had not seen before.

Today, I often limit myself.
To a smaller place.
A street.
A park.
And I try to truly perceive it.

Shouldn’t we perhaps learn
not to see more,
but to see longer?

I stand completely still.
After a few minutes, I suddenly notice a symmetry.
Shortly afterward, a play of colors.
I lie for minutes on the ground, while ignoring the looks of others.
And suddenly I see something
that sometimes leads me to a photo.
Which I would have never seen while simply passing by.

I no longer flee from a space.
I give it time.
To come to me.

Give every space its time.