If you go outside in the cold, you should dress warmly. Every child knows that. Snow and ice reveal sub-zero temperatures even from the warmth of the parlour. At Lake Lützel in this fifth sphere, the camera captures the frosty magic of the night in the morning sun. The photographer brought his stiff index finger home and marvelled at the variety of shapes that the computer played from the sensor onto the screen in cold blue. The camera lets the cold clink in its images long after the frozen water has thawed again. - Later, the ice structures sparked the idea for a children's photo book, but that's another story.

A moment for longevity. Olive trees around the Mediterranean have been defying the elements for thousands of years. Winds have twisted them, storms have ruffled them and lightning has split them. Disfigured by scars and marked by strokes of fate, they stand in space in their very own dignity, as if their bark were telling a piece of world history in a landscape in which they have proven themselves to be messengers of constancy, loyalty and peace, and whether the olive fruit fly and the Xylella fastidiosa bacterium can harm them? In any case, the camera has already created a monument to the olive.

With the conversion of old industry areas into exhibition halls, markets or restaurants the former installations and infrastructure loose their function and survive as decorative elements; I call them "Industry Paintings".

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.

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.

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.