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make it home through the forest before the darkness falls

© Blavands Huk, Denmark 2012 by Fritsch

My father’s house shines hard and bright / It stands like a beacon calling me in the night / Calling and calling, so cold and alone / Shining ‚cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned (Bruce Springsteen as sung by Ben Harper)

posted: August 8, 2012
under: black & white, pictures
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9 Responses to “make it home through the forest before the darkness falls”

  1. Phil Vaughn sagt:

    Looking up like this always makes me feel small and insignificant. It doesn’t matter that I really am, but it reinforces the truth. I have wondered that if, as photographers, we are more conscious of light and if we orient towards it more readily. For us, the light reveals some element of truth or enjoyment. It calls to us, I suppose, and dealing with it as we do, it may seem as familiar as home itself.
    I do enjoy theorizing with your photography. Thanks, Fritsch!

  2. Elaine- sagt:

    it reminds me of the tower Jeff Bridges had to climb in ‚The Fisher King’… go get the Holy Grail for me Florian, our sins are not unatoned… i’m a universalist Christian and we have to make our own little heaven here, and we do :) but I will meet you one day, in a big heaven, with better cameras

  3. Uwe sagt:

    Was für ein mächtiger Pylon. Eine gigantische Wegmarke im Nirgenwo. Oder das Zuhause der Goetheschen Turmgesellschaft. Nein, nur ein opaker Schlot, aus dem dünner Rauch aufsteigt in einen metallisch-grauen Himmel. Oder doch nur ein Leuchtturm am Meer, den letztes Licht trifft, bevor die am Rande sich zeigende Dunkelheit vollständig einfällt. Wie klein man sich fühlt, unter ihm, und aufschauend zu seinen markanten Graten und Ecken wird die Einschüchterung immer größer und größer. Düster, bedrohlich, rätselhaft, wie ein aus fernen Zeiten überkommenes Denkmal erscheint er hier, perfekt in den Rahmen gesetzt, so dass er bei den stürzenden Linien selbst nicht ins Wanken gerät. Er bleibt standfest, ewig, während wir, die ihn bestaunen, schon längst wieder verschwunden sind.
    Grüße, Uwe

  4. sherri sagt:

    that wisp of clouds is a wonderful element in this one

  5. Francis J sagt:

    Like Phil, we can see ourselves small and insignificant – and we are. But what I see first, is that powerful construction, that phallic enterprise decided by men who didn’t find themselves small and insignificant. But, let’s admit we are all fascinated by towers – the success of Eiffel Tower never denied, for instance – even when towers are simple silos.
    Anyway, the most important here, Florian, is the way you caught it, that’s your nifty composition, enhancing an ordinary construction, raising it to a symbolic dialogue between the Father and the Great Other in its cloudy representation, a kind of dialectic, a true masterpiece, my friend!

  6. frankdejol sagt:

    excellent point of view and mood

  7. rian sagt:

    it does make one feel so small.. nice capture!

  8. Your style is very unique in comparison to other people I’ve read stuff from. Many thanks for posting when you have the opportunity, Guess I’ll just bookmark
    this site.

  9. The windows open to the sky. They open to the world. I feel that this building is alive and it comes alive…

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