Yes I didn’t post anything throughout the last days. But I just couldn’t help it. Time is precious and time is short… which doesn’t mean that I want to dedicate my time to you for you. But like said time is also short…had been extremely short. So that’s [more]

Is it time already to look back at the year? Is it time already to remember all those precious moments that made it what it was, it still is, it soon might be? Is it time already to deeply recall how lucky one actually is and how grateful [more]

While roaming around in Uttar Pradesh, the most populous of all Indian states, there is one thing you hear, see, and feel over and over again. It’s the women’s low social status and recognition compared to their male counterpart. Especially in the rural areas the women, who are [more]

From here to there. At day and night. Meeting young and old. Happy and sad. Men and women. Constant input eventually resulting in visual output.

than just a nice picture. And I guess it’s slowly all coming together.

The last two days basically consisted of endless hours of driving through the mountains of North India. Winding, steep roads and high beam lights approaching either the right or the wrong side of the road added the little extra to the already not very pleasant drive. But the [more]

Don’t think about it as the day. It’s more like a day.

See for yourself why.

A 3 day old baby is sleeping beneath a mosquito net and is I guess completely unaware of how beautiful it looks like.

http://proof.nationalgeographic.com/2013/11/18/musings-indias-new-drug-subculture/

Kapil Mondal

After yesterday’s quite disturbing red light district experience it’s much appreciated to once more have escaped the never ending madness of the big city and experience nature and the humans connected to it through a strong bond of tranquility. It was one of these days that overwhelms you [more]

Sonagachi is the biggest red-light district in Kolkata and the fact that prostitution in India is actually illegal is in a stark contrast to what you see while walking through streets filled with hundreds and hundreds of girls and women selling their bodies.

If you have to travel a lot to reach and visit places far away you have to believe that everything will be all right

Jet lagged, tired, on the road. Once more and more soon.

Jet lagged and full of expectations, you get up early and visit a place you have visited many many times before. It’s a place full of memories, good and bad ones, painful and cheerful. There is hope you thought. And there still is…always will be…always has to be. [more]

Talent always deserves credit. As I was sitting in the A train a group of young boys entered the compartment. They looked quite sporty plus they were carrying a boom box with them. The moment the doors closed they started their performance. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qpqdpV5edME&w=400 True old skool awesomeness!

It feels that even if the city is full of people there is this strange feeling of loneliness that shows itself in very subtle expressions. Or its it just me who feels this way? Uncertain as always.

NYC is always busy and you easily seem to get soaked into that kind of hectic rush that almost everyone roaming around here seems to be into. So it’s nice to take a brief break and spend some time with old friends.

That’s where the person lives who has this great connection to the German chancellor’s cell phone…and basically any other device or communication…of everyone else. Yes he can.

Yesterday it happened again. I was listening to a talk by the photographer Greg Constantine who was given the stage at the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum in DC to present his ongoing photography project on the ethnic minority of the Rohingya people who are facing a genocide [more]

From the National Geographic headquarter To the DC streets and their magnificent autumn colored trees Plus sometimes it’s nice not to think pictures all the time so please excuse the slightly uncreative post.

And there was light. And I saw the light, and it was good. Very good actually. Or as a friend of mine and I would express it in a very simple term: Goil!

At the end it’s the same all over and over and over again. You have the ones who make it out alive. And the others how unfortunately pay the highest price for an often totally meaningless endeavor. Ultimately they all had been part of a perverted game of [more]

An airplane without windows would be a terrible thing. Especially while spending hours and hours cruising over this magnificent planet we call earth. There is so much to see. Endless variations of natural and man-made structures can compete easily with the terrible TV screen in front of you [more]

And realizing that can be a pretty brutal experience. Yet after accepting what you will never be able to change, everything becomes a little easier. Life, the one and only true teacher amongst all the other quacks.

You are lying in your bed and the rays of the sun gently shine through the window into your room. You want to get up but somehow feel like staying a little longer in bed. But suddenly you hear this awesome music played by instruments whose sounds had [more]

For the ones who have read a few posts of mine I think there is no need to explain why yesterday’s post wasn’t happening. For the ones who haven’t the answer / excuse is as trivial as always. No network. That’s the way things are in Uttar Pradesh, [more]

Up in the mountains of North India the air is fresh, the view is clear, the forests lush, the water cold, the clouds fluffy, the mountains high, the people welcoming, the light soft, the shadows deep. Actually you should visit to see, hear, smell, feel, for yourself.

Yes once more it’s time to leave Delhi and hit the road. But before the road gets hit a plane is taken. And before the plane is taken passing time at the airport happened. And that again is how this picture came to life. As simple as that.

Inside lampion.

Not much today expect the pleasant memories of the beach occurring while being bound to the computer screen. A room is a room is a room is a room. A beach is a beach is a beach is a beach.

It’s a public park. People savor the great weather. They have a picnic with friends or family. People enjoy a break, some time out, the freedom of freedom itself. A few families are working though. They are hired to take care of the plants, bushes, trees, meadows. A [more]

The irony is that what is written on the wooden key pendant seems to be an irony of an irony. Not only because of the other more “controversial” content in the photograph. It’s neither true nor is it false. Trying to define this picture by it’s content is [more]

Today’s memories.

It’s been at least two years now that this man changed everything I thought to know about addiction. Not only about his addiction in particular but even more about addictions in general. Mine, yours, ours. This strange and often hideous craving for something more, a different perception of [more]

Always helpful to find some time out. And especially with these days’ golden rays of the sun a real treat. Always helpful to find some time out. And especially with these day`s  golden rays of the sun a real treat.

Yes the idea behind 60pages is to post something every day. And so far I could keep up with that. Except on these days when you are out in the middle of nowhere and basically have to live without the “comforts” of a working mobile connection. Yesterday another [more]

Yes, day before yesterday I also posted a picture of an elephant. And yes I would like the things for you to see here as diverse as possible. And yes that also includes not to repeat, especially in such short time. However there are things that can’t be [more]

It’s the time of the year when the city slowly but steadily shifts into the pre winter mood. Durga Puja is about to end, Eid al-Adha is about to start and Diwali will come soon. The air is filled with the smell of blooming frangipani trees and the [more]

It was a rainy morning and the little alleys and paths of the neighborhood quickly got flooded and turned into small muddy streams. Shoes and jeans got soaked with water in no time and the tiny umbrella could barely protect anything from the ocean pouring out of the [more]

Memory to myself… “The big city can be like a kraken. Leave it as often as possible and know that it’s worth it.” “Ah… and don’t forget the slackline.”

A pool at night and a portable water filter. Not more, not less.

Life is good.

It’s holiday time and there is not much to tell. You enjoy your life and take it easy. What a privilege. What a gift.

Suddenly your are surrounded by hundreds of people dressed in fine Sarees and suits. A band is playing the drums while the groom appears on a white horse that is almost as fancy as the person sitting on it. The sun is slowly setting over the ocean framing [more]

But not the kind that actually unfold in front of you, the moving stills, real life. No. Today photographs just unfolded in folders observed through my screen. It was editing time. Yet for the moment there is nothing visually I could unfold in front of you, for you, [more]

After traveling a few thousand kilometers via air and a few hundred kilometers via land India’s capital once more welcomes one home. The impressions and experiences of the last days get processed and so will the purely digital output of the journey. Things take time to settle and [more]

Dearest Gandhi Ji Today is your birthday and it seems that except on the rupee notes you don’t play an important role anymore. Almost worse it seems that you actually slowly seem to fade into oblivion and with you all these brilliant thoughts and ideas that once brought [more]

Photography can be a tricky endeavor. You always search for THE perfect moment, framed and frozen in a flawless composition. The camera, ultimately being a limited expansion of your eye, moves your body back and forth, left and right, up and down. It’s not a rare occasion that [more]

Traveling in a car and watching the outside world passing by is like watching a great movie, maybe even one of the greatest movies of all times. Life itself. In all its magnificence consisting of endless combinations of moving shapes and colors it craves to be observed and [more]

No matter for how long you live in a certain country there are always a few things which you never get used to, you actually never should get used to. The omnipresent, overwhelming poverty under which millions of people in rural and urban India have to survive day [more]

As the journey through Bihar’s rural interior continues a lot of interesting characters cross one’s path. The overwhelming multitude of each persons story of life, stories of joy and sorrow, stories of love and hate, peace and violence, are not only almost impossible to grasp but even more [more]