The next camera to join my collection was a Rolleicord. But before I got my own, it all began with a project in the small photo community that had introduced me to film photography. The community’s founder sent his Rolleicord on a journey across the country, and anyone interested received it by mail for a few weeks, tried it out, and later shared their experiences.
At the end of the project, we held a small exhibition to showcase our favourite photos. It was such a joy to see the variety of approaches and ideas as everyone explored the possibilities of that TLR from the early 1950s.
I was hooked and soon knew that I wanted to keep using a TLR. What a feeling it is to look into the hooded reflex screen to find the composition! The screen is quite dark, which can be challenging, but at least in bright daylight, it’s quite usable. I actually chose the same Rolleicord model as the one that travelling across the country, and I was lucky to take the very first photos with my own on a beautiful misty morning. The following photos are from various beautiful mornings, however.
Sometimes even reflective posts catch my eye.
Random black-and-white scenes from my everyday life.
Two of my usual motifs, plus a fun scene: I found a half pizza by the roadside and added a half guitar I happened to have with me.
I found a broken guitar in the rubbish and chose the detached neck as my motif, carrying it with me on one or two bike rides.
Scenes from the annual fiddle weekend we attend.
Snowfall in my neighbourhood - what a dreamy atmosphere it created.
Summer vacation at the Baltic and North Sea in Germany.
There it is again, the lonely guitar neck.
Sunny morning in the heath.
Perfect snowy arrival in Proitze for the "Irish Winter" workshop weekend in 2025.
Autumn sun at Lake Poelvenn.
A bit of sun and snow on the football pitch.
Fomapan 100 brought some special artifacts to these misty winter scenes. I guess it’s not a bug, but a feature.
A somewhat nostalgic location for an annual long weekend with friends.
Winter on Portra 400.
Strong mist at night, and "Fries Before Guys".
The most wonderful frosty and misty morning in the heathland of Reindersmeer, Netherlands.
A weekend of folk music at Burg Fürsteneck.
For a while now, I had noticed these covered mountains of sugar beets in the fields. Passing by on my bike on a frosty winter morning, they suddenly reminded me a bit of Christo and Jeanne-Claude's work.
Snow covered something in the morning sun.
