The making of a storm

Green over Rust Brown

Dock Workers

Behind closed doors

Corroded Stairway to Heaven

Rich Souls

Silent Heads

Nothing to be said - just pure yet so "talkative" silence.

Like an Egyptian Prayer

"Great and living Aten (sun), ordaining life, vigorously alive, our father"

Rudder & Propeller

Battling the waves leaves scars.

Dry Dock

Till we meet again - soon!

When time stood still

Time stood still at the old church in the city centre.

Old Building

Emerging from the moring fog the old building tries to escape yet an other violation.

Empty Dock

Docks are never really empty.
They are just quite yet full of feelings and thoughts.
Until the next rush hour - the next ship - the next goodbye.

Resting after the battle

M/V Atticos moored at Rio de Janeiro ENAVI Shipyards.

Rock me to the end of heaven

Its the end of turning

The old motor looks so tired, with it's electrical life copper vanes disconnected. The fan blades only stand there guards of an industrual dignity built in machines by men, once upon a time.

Lamp in the shade

Mobil Service

Couple Fishing

With only two buckets and a cup of coffee separating them.
Yet they look so distant - oceans apart!

Resting

An other day gone by

Former Glories

Neighbours

So far away from home

Fishing the sun light

Figure in the sunset

In line