Here we go again with another strange night shot from my now very-well-known bus stop. I had 10 minutes to spare, so I did some manual shooting again. This one was not really 10 minutes long but a 25 seconds exposure at f/8.0.
I particularly like the red lines going out on the right side, it somehow breaks the monotony/parallelism of the whole picture…
Yeah… not much more to say…
Still the same evening, wandering around taking pictures for the fun of it. This picture was taken from what’s called “Schöller Berg”… but don’t go imagining a mountain, this is just a 10m high tiny hill that you find beside the factory of Nestle Schöller in Nuremberg.
Kids sledging around the only slope, parents chatting at the bottom, half looking at the strange guy walking around their offspring in the dark with a strange spiky thing in the hand (tripod)… but I got a great picture… don’t care 
Those were actually the first pictures of the batch I started posting two days ago with Forgotten cold tracks leading nowhere and Let’s Play Ball. After missing my bus for a few seconds I decided I’d better walk around and try to take pictures instead of waiting, doing nothing, and “freezing in place”. So I took the tripod out, fixed the Lx3 on it and started experimenting around with low lights wherever it looked funny.
It started with a path going in the woods. This path is always really dark, mostly because my eyes are still not used to the dark when I arrived there. But on that day, with this strange light in the back and the reflection of the light on the snow it looked totally different and almost bright…
Then I moved closer to the road. The mix of colors on there is always interesting. The bus stop behind me projected some blue light on the snow, the cars passing by some white lights, the bus stop in the back of the picture some strange white-violet, the street lights some orange and the global atmosphere in the back a yellow-brownish-night tone…. that’s an eye grasping mix!
To finish with, I went back to the bus stop and took some pictures of the stairs going up the bridge from which I come down everyday. A bright patch of light surrounded by a forest-dark… this is finally the picture of this serie that I like most. It just lacks a living element crossing in the light – at best some kind of surnatural apparition (light painting?) – to make it even more surprising…
Let me know your impressions!
Empty basket ball ground, nice lightening, nice view, almost no snow… there was a time when I would have been there right after school whatever the weather to play ball and forget the daily routine.
But I guess those times are over now. I freeze be a mere -7°C, I haven’t played football nor basketball for ages and I am more inclined at couch surfing than surfing at all.
But I can tell you, I felt like a kid wandering around in the snow freezing my ass and stopping every ten meters to take pictures :]
Every year deserves its post on the Christkindlesmarkt: here was 2007 and there 2008.
You’ll have to imagine the atmosphere and scents and believe me a little. Every year, at the begining of the Advent-time, the market place of Nuremberg, borded by its Frauenkirche, is invaded by little wooden tents with red-white covers (colors of Franconia, the sub-region of Bavaria where Nuremberg is located). On friday before the first advent weekend exactly, the Christkind will appear on the balcony of the Frauenkirche and call all the kids of the world in to come and prepare themselved for Christmas (if you can read German, have a look at the post I wrote in 2007 where I quoted the whole invitation speech ; it’s worth it). All those little tents will stay there until christmas and be visited by over 2 million happy xmas-friends.
I must say I don’t know what all the tourists look for when they come here. Most of the shops are just selling xmas deco that you can now find pretty much everywhere. But for all the adults who used to come here as kids and kids nowadays, it seems to be pure heaven. Scents of grilled sausages mixed with and cinamoon, fruit-breads and sweets, not to forget the Glühwein (cooked wine with spices) fumes. I must admit, even if xmas did not really used to sound, smell, taste or look like that for me it’s a really pleasant place to go to… and that must be what people search for.
So that’s a common place to be in December. Colleagues and friends meet over a Mug Glühwein, families (at best with kids and babby buggies in the crowd) over a few roasted almonds and whomever over a “3 im Weckla” (3 finger-like sausages typical of Nuremberg in a little piece of bread).
As a real Nürnberger, I met old colleagues last week with whom I worked really hard on trying all the different sorts of Glühwein (and Feuerzangenbowle of course) that there is. We met again, with MlleV’s friends this time, on saturday. When the weather was barely over -15°C and if the Glühwein was enough to raise our global body temperature (and lower our mental capacities of course) it did not go as far as the fingers or toes. That was freaking cold so to say.
On the way back (actually on the way in… but it did not go well with my storyline 
) we came by the Albrecht Dürer Platz (he was the most famous painter of the city in the 16th century), place that must be one of the oldest-looking places in town and can become a photography wonder on times like those…
