The Westfjords are undoubtedly one of best-kept secrets of Iceland. The remoteness and sparse population have preserved the unspoiled nature of the Westfjords and the Icelandic folk culture. Although tourism has left its negative as well as positive marks in recent years, I have seen many abandoned farms along the way as a sign that economic survival can be very difficult for farmers here. Many have therefore moved away because they could not continue to run their farms and jobs in the fishing industry have declined sharply in recent decades.

Iceland is infinite landscapes undisturbed by modern infrastructure on the one hand and intimate details on the other. This series of pictures plays with near and far.

Fog hung over the Schnebelhorn as we climbed from Steg to the highest mountain of the canton of Zurich. And with the altitude came the cold. This packed nature in a photogenic dress - commonly known as hoarfrost.

After a violent winter storm many broken trees gave insight into their innermost. One trunk particularly attracted me, because it revealed immaginary landscapes in its fracture, which inspire the viewer to fantasize. Images of worlds are created in the mind that one believes to have seen or dreamt elsewhere before.

The series "StrandSand" depict micro landscapes that I found on the beaches pf Vietnam. But it could have been everywhere. I was fascinated by the landscape-like structures formed by waves, small watercourses and the wind. The pictures were transformed into black and white and colored with duplex to give all subjects a common colorfulness.

It was after a heavy winter storm near Zurich. when I discovered the structures in the broken trees. I was fascinated by the power emanating from the fractures in the trees, but also by the tranquility radiated from individual tree structures.

Our imagination of Tuscany in Italy is heavily conditioned by thousands of pictures shot by thousands of photographers – pictures of medieval houses and churches, tiny vineyards on smooth little mounds, cypresses in the background, romantic landscapes in faded colours filled with uncounted chains of hills. I have taken my own approach to this overphotographed but still impressive landscape with frozen moments of harsh black and white contrasts found in the early morning or late afternoon.

On the way down from Passo Lucomagno - right across the busy street - I found a little brook creating unique nature paintings with water, iron, bubbles and stones.

Every city has its own scent, its own atmosphere and its own details. The picture series contains numerous "perfumes" from a variety of cities around the world.

On my last trip to the African savannah I have rather spotted for natural patterns in the landscape than for animals. The result is a bunch of pictures not instantly revealing what they are showing.