Since the 70D is heritage of Marathon now and I am, apart from a phone, without a digital camera (or at least a proper one), this year’s vacation photography went vintage. I had films in stock, so I took the opportunity to make use of them. I grabbed a film camera and hit the road to northern Croatia.
Short Acropolis Rallye recap from June. Another wonderful weekend in Attica and central Greece. It had everything one expects from an Acropolis Rallye weekend. Sun, heat, dust, sea, drinks, delicious food, outdoor life and of course, rallye action.
If you ever come along the Gulf of Corinths north shore, make sure to stop in Eratini and have dinner on the beach. A lovely village, away from mass tourism.
After last years hospital visit, this years downer was the need to visit a police station. Like the Persians 2500 years ago, I got ripped off in Marathon and almost all my belongings are history as well now. In Marathon.
Goodbye my lovely EOS 70D and lenses. 😢
As a summer lover, grown up with kayaks, boats and rafts (the latter might be the reason why I don’t get the hype on SUPs), this is the best way to spend these endless summer days.
What the pictures don’t tell you: thousands of midgets. I don’t care.
A quiet path carved through clouds and trees.
First test of a long-standing wish. Happy me!
January 2025, a temperature inversion led to a few foggy days in central Thuringia. Paired with freezing temperatures, the fog created a white crust around everything within its reach.
Pictures 1-3, 5 are taken with a Canon EOS70D + Sigma 17-50 2.8
Picture 4 is taken with an iPhone 12 mini, ultra wide lens
19e Arrondissement, Paris. Rainy day in October.
Marais, Paris. Rainy day in October.
Montmartre, Paris. Sunny morning in October.
Have you ever seen “The Fabulous Destiny of Amélie Poulain”? No? You definitely should. This is the metro station, Amélie guides the blind man to.
Paris, sunny day in October.
Jena is everywhere. In this case the Iéna metro station underneath Place d’Iéna, which divides the Avenue d’Iéna, which leads down to Pont d’Iéna at the foot of the Eiffel tower. Paris, exactly.
Why did they name it that way? Napoleon, battle, 1806. Check your history book.
(but the real Jena metro is a restroom underneath the fountain on Jenas market place. 😉)