Man Must Not Separate

Life it just zooming by.


Personal projects.

Other not-so personal projects that are stretching my personal limits.

Good fun.

But some days need some down time.

So Goddess and I headed up to Worms, which is just 40 minutes up the road.  I first visited Worms back in 1999 and was amazed, especially since the city was about to celebrate its 2,000th anniversary.

That put America’s existence into perspective.  We’re just new kids on the block.

Anyway, we headed up to Worms so that Goddess could see it, plus take a walk on the same ground that Martin Luther did, when he was in town in 1521 to defend his 95 Theses before the Diet of Worms.

Definitely a place of courage and world-changing action.

Of course, any large town in Germany has a very large cathedral.  In this case, the Dom zu Worms.  Whenever we see one, Goddess and I will go in, although it’s safe to say, once you’ve seen a dozen…

Here’s a view from behind the simple pulpit on the west side of the cathedral, facing the very ornate, closed to the public, pulpit on the east side.

And this is the shot that made me giddy to get home and look at.  Those make for anxious moments, especially on a long trip, when you aren’t sure it worked out just right, where there’s just a bit of camera shake to ruin things.  That moment when you sigh and move on.

But this one is spot on.

Man Must Not Separate

You can’t see it in this size, but in the original, the second and third lines of each page are tack sharp.

Right where I wanted them to be.

And the words are simple:

“…Was aber Gott verbunden hat
das darf der Mensch nicht trennen…”

Which means:

“…What God has joined together
man must not separate…”

Mark 10:9.

Simple words.  Words that Martin Luther held to be the truth.

And when faced with a church that he felt no longer lived by the truth.

He fought.

Not by the sword, but by the pen.

There is great honor in that.


I’ve got many, many photos to work for a private project.  So that means I’m going to have to dig a bit.

I do have some images from a month ago, during our trip to the Alps and Munich.  But I’ve done a fair bit of that lately.

And one or two from my trip to the states the past few weeks.

But those may wait.

Instead, I’m digging back seven years to autumn 2005.

Or is it fall 2005?

And why does this season the only one to have two names?

Anyway, a while back I posted about our stumbling across a lovely cosmos garden.  Which brought back a rush of memories.

Here’s one of those memories.

September, 2005.


Sailing Splash

Getting back home after being away from Goddess for almost two weeks.

We do not like that.  We have spent more than enough time apart over the years.

But I did spend the majority of that time with family, many of whom I haven’t seen in a few years.  That is pretty tough when it’s the boy and his wife as well as my sister and her family.  But that is the way it goes sometimes.

The vast majority of my images taken during that time are family portraits.  I may or may not post one or two here, pending the subject’s permission.

But this has nothing to do with that.

Other than being a capture of a moment during a great day out on a boat with the boy and a good friend.  A friend who happens to be the fleet captain at a yacht club and needed some help working the markers during an annual club race.  So the boy and I got to spend the day on the bay, dropping markers and chasing sailboats.

It was great.

Sailing Splash


It was a long day at work today, a bit longer than normal.  But that’s OK.

Although Goddess may disagree.

I was winding things up, keeping an eye on the radar.

The watching slowed me down a bit.

Because the storms were coming.

And I had my bicycle commute home.

So by slowing down a bit, I was timing it so that I got caught in the rain.

Because it makes me smile.

That’s one of the benefits of spending a career watching the weather.  Determining that perfect moment to get outside.

Whether it be surfing, skiing or cycling.

Or, in this case, shopping.


But back to my perfectly timed commute.

I was out the door, about 1km from work when the first drops dripped.

Then a few more splatted.

Followed by a steady patter as I passed through the newly mowed farm fields.

Then the roar as I entered the forest and the skies opened.

Leaves whipping everywhere.

Slowly tapering off until it was just a light drizzle.


I’ll admit – I took a longer way home than normal.

Because I know where the dirt paths are.  The ones that collect the water quickly.

And get a bit muddy.

It is even better this time of year, a month before I typically mount the fenders on the commuter.  Guaranteed to sling that mud up.

So I sought out those dirt paths, much like speeding up and down the coast, looking for that perfect reef exposure to get the best waves.

There you have it.

My confession.

I was a few minutes longer than usual on my later than normal evening commute.

But I hope that my ear to ear grin when I walked in the door made up for it with Goddess.

Late Summer Paintbrushes

It was a gorgeous late summer day today.  The kind that you have to take advantage of, since there are so few left.

So Goddess and I grabbed the pooch, walked into town and explored a few of the nooks and crannies that we haven’t looked into during the past few years.  Even though our town is a bit bigger than a village, it offers quite a bit.

Like these pleasant surprises.

A patch of beautiful cosmos bipinnatus, which happen to be my favorite flowers.

Late Summer Paintbrushes

These flowers always make me smile.  There are so many variations to the color and shape and they can, as these did, grow up to my eye level.

Which makes it a lot easier to shoot them.

Another pleasure is the flood of memories that these provide, specifically of Showa Kinen Park, located in Tachikawa near the outskirts of Tokyo.  The park has a small army of gardeners who constantly work the grounds, rotating the flower displays as different flowers come into season.

Every September, hundreds of thousands of cosmos bloom, carpeting the park.  So I spent a lot of time there, shooting these flowers from every possible angle, in every possible light.

Perhaps I need to win the lottery so I can chase them around the world…


I don’t have any firsthand images.

Mostly because I had too much respect.

And I was a bit scared.

Yep, I was.

But there is something about traveling the back alleys of Tokyo at 3am that would allow some of these experiences.

An opportunity provided by working shifts.

And an opportunity to create images such as Anton Kuster.

Here’s a Tedx presentation by Anton.

Which, at first blush, seems to be very ADHD.

But, as he says “there’s a tremendous amount of luck, but there’s your life…”

Listen.  And observe.

Listen.  And watch.

Once you get past the nervousness of the presentation.  The nervousness of the topic.  The nervousness of making sure Anton presents the honor of the topic.

You’ll be good.

Absolutely some of the most amazing 220 pages.

The most amazing smelling 220 pages.

Of a great photography book that I own.  A book that sold out one month and four days after release.

And I’ve owned it for two years now.

Full of images and rice paper pages that speak to me.

So get the second edition.

And I would take the honor and the work of the Yakuza over many of the governments that rule the world right now.

Standing Out/Standing Alone

It has been a busy, busy several weeks.

Although there is no need for the end to be in sight.

But amongst all the turmoil, this image really speaks to me.

In many different ways.


Thanks to my VALS for helping out with this, which was one of many shots that were nothing more than test shots, working out lighting theories and concepts.

In a cold, pouring, steady rain.

As always, she was a trooper.

Which is one of the many, many reasons why she is Goddess.

Important Formula

Spied whilst sipping on my favorite beer in Munich, really the only helles that I enjoy.

Important Formula

After a very short discussion on the importance of knowing the answer to the formula, much discussion followed on the flaws in the formula.

Or the highly disturbing implications, if the flaw was intentional.