Christoph Widmer Photography
@widmerchristoph.bsky.social
Seeing the world through a lens.
Nature lover, birdwatcher, storyteller.
Every photo tells a quiet story — capturing moments that matter.
www.christophwidmer.ch
Nature lover, birdwatcher, storyteller.
Every photo tells a quiet story — capturing moments that matter.
www.christophwidmer.ch
Zurich by Day Street Photography Workshop with Katja Bouwman
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
November 11, 2025 at 11:05 AM
Zurich by Day Street Photography Workshop with Katja Bouwman
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
Zurich by Day Street Photography Workshop with Katja Bouwman
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
November 10, 2025 at 11:02 AM
Zurich by Day Street Photography Workshop with Katja Bouwman
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Europäische Wildkatze - European wildcat - Felis silvestris silvestris
Europäische Wildkatze - European wildcat - Felis silvestris silvestris
November 9, 2025 at 3:01 PM
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Europäische Wildkatze - European wildcat - Felis silvestris silvestris
Europäische Wildkatze - European wildcat - Felis silvestris silvestris
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
November 8, 2025 at 9:36 AM
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Rothirsch - Red deer - Cervus elaphus elaphus
Rothirsch - Red deer - Cervus elaphus elaphus
November 7, 2025 at 11:01 AM
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Rothirsch - Red deer - Cervus elaphus elaphus
Rothirsch - Red deer - Cervus elaphus elaphus
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Persischer Leopard - Persian leopard - Panthera pardus tulliana
Persischer Leopard - Persian leopard - Panthera pardus tulliana
November 6, 2025 at 6:02 PM
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Persischer Leopard - Persian leopard - Panthera pardus tulliana
Persischer Leopard - Persian leopard - Panthera pardus tulliana
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Seehund - Seal - Phoca vitulina vitulina
Seehund - Seal - Phoca vitulina vitulina
November 5, 2025 at 11:02 AM
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Seehund - Seal - Phoca vitulina vitulina
Seehund - Seal - Phoca vitulina vitulina
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
November 4, 2025 at 6:03 PM
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Steinbock - Alpin Ibex - Capra ibex
Steinbock - Alpin Ibex - Capra ibex
November 3, 2025 at 11:01 AM
📷 Tierpark Bern | Dählhölzli
Steinbock - Alpin Ibex - Capra ibex
Steinbock - Alpin Ibex - Capra ibex
A window to what once was.
Out there, life still rushes on –
in here, only memory breathes.
Out there, life still rushes on –
in here, only memory breathes.
November 2, 2025 at 8:28 AM
A window to what once was.
Out there, life still rushes on –
in here, only memory breathes.
Out there, life still rushes on –
in here, only memory breathes.
Doors within doors, rooms in retreat.
Every wall still carries the echo
of voices long gone – but never entirely silent.
Every wall still carries the echo
of voices long gone – but never entirely silent.
November 1, 2025 at 1:30 PM
Doors within doors, rooms in retreat.
Every wall still carries the echo
of voices long gone – but never entirely silent.
Every wall still carries the echo
of voices long gone – but never entirely silent.
Each key once held a price, each total a moment.
Now only dust keeps count with the past.
Even the pointer has stopped moving.
Now only dust keeps count with the past.
Even the pointer has stopped moving.
October 31, 2025 at 11:02 AM
Each key once held a price, each total a moment.
Now only dust keeps count with the past.
Even the pointer has stopped moving.
Now only dust keeps count with the past.
Even the pointer has stopped moving.
Once, people sat here for a trim — not for silence.
Now only tiles and dust remember
the sound of scissors and the echo of laughter.
Now only tiles and dust remember
the sound of scissors and the echo of laughter.
October 30, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Once, people sat here for a trim — not for silence.
Now only tiles and dust remember
the sound of scissors and the echo of laughter.
Now only tiles and dust remember
the sound of scissors and the echo of laughter.
Rooms behind rooms, doors into the past.
What remains are layers of paint and memory.
And the soft crunch of dust beneath the footsteps of time.
What remains are layers of paint and memory.
And the soft crunch of dust beneath the footsteps of time.
October 29, 2025 at 11:03 AM
Rooms behind rooms, doors into the past.
What remains are layers of paint and memory.
And the soft crunch of dust beneath the footsteps of time.
What remains are layers of paint and memory.
And the soft crunch of dust beneath the footsteps of time.
A corridor that seems to have no end.
Light meets shadow, past meets present.
Every door a fragment of history – yet all of them remain closed.
Light meets shadow, past meets present.
Every door a fragment of history – yet all of them remain closed.
October 28, 2025 at 6:04 PM
A corridor that seems to have no end.
Light meets shadow, past meets present.
Every door a fragment of history – yet all of them remain closed.
Light meets shadow, past meets present.
Every door a fragment of history – yet all of them remain closed.
Stairs like these don’t just connect floors – they connect eras.
Every step once taken here has left its trace.
Now only the echo remains, captured in the light.
Every step once taken here has left its trace.
Now only the echo remains, captured in the light.
October 27, 2025 at 11:03 AM
Stairs like these don’t just connect floors – they connect eras.
Every step once taken here has left its trace.
Now only the echo remains, captured in the light.
Every step once taken here has left its trace.
Now only the echo remains, captured in the light.
A final look into the hall – empty, quiet, yet powerful.
The tiles no longer ripple with waves, only with time.
And still, standing here, you can feel it – the memory of water, motion, and voices.
The tiles no longer ripple with waves, only with time.
And still, standing here, you can feel it – the memory of water, motion, and voices.
October 26, 2025 at 3:02 PM
A final look into the hall – empty, quiet, yet powerful.
The tiles no longer ripple with waves, only with time.
And still, standing here, you can feel it – the memory of water, motion, and voices.
The tiles no longer ripple with waves, only with time.
And still, standing here, you can feel it – the memory of water, motion, and voices.
A final glance – caught between glass and light.
Shadows, reflections, and shapes whisper of movement long gone.
Yet even in silence, life lingers.
Shadows, reflections, and shapes whisper of movement long gone.
Yet even in silence, life lingers.
October 25, 2025 at 12:30 PM
A final glance – caught between glass and light.
Shadows, reflections, and shapes whisper of movement long gone.
Yet even in silence, life lingers.
Shadows, reflections, and shapes whisper of movement long gone.
Yet even in silence, life lingers.
Where voices once echoed, only light remains.
The pool stands empty, yet the hall still carries the sound of time –
a silence not empty, but filled with memory.
The pool stands empty, yet the hall still carries the sound of time –
a silence not empty, but filled with memory.
October 24, 2025 at 10:02 AM
Where voices once echoed, only light remains.
The pool stands empty, yet the hall still carries the sound of time –
a silence not empty, but filled with memory.
The pool stands empty, yet the hall still carries the sound of time –
a silence not empty, but filled with memory.
Left behind, as if someone might return to dive any moment.
Fins, ropes, memories – a quiet still life of motion now gone.
The water has long vanished, but its traces remain.
Fins, ropes, memories – a quiet still life of motion now gone.
The water has long vanished, but its traces remain.
October 23, 2025 at 5:06 PM
Left behind, as if someone might return to dive any moment.
Fins, ropes, memories – a quiet still life of motion now gone.
The water has long vanished, but its traces remain.
Fins, ropes, memories – a quiet still life of motion now gone.
The water has long vanished, but its traces remain.
Between the lines of the past – words that remain when voices have long faded.
A place once filled with motion and routine – now a quiet echo of what was.
A place once filled with motion and routine – now a quiet echo of what was.
October 22, 2025 at 10:02 AM
Between the lines of the past – words that remain when voices have long faded.
A place once filled with motion and routine – now a quiet echo of what was.
A place once filled with motion and routine – now a quiet echo of what was.
A look back – through rusted iron into a silent past.
The pool stands empty, echoes long gone, but the structure keeps whispering.
Once filled with life and movement – now only the breath of history remains.
The pool stands empty, echoes long gone, but the structure keeps whispering.
Once filled with life and movement – now only the breath of history remains.
October 21, 2025 at 10:57 AM
A look back – through rusted iron into a silent past.
The pool stands empty, echoes long gone, but the structure keeps whispering.
Once filled with life and movement – now only the breath of history remains.
The pool stands empty, echoes long gone, but the structure keeps whispering.
Once filled with life and movement – now only the breath of history remains.
“Männer-Brause” – time has taken the paint, but not the story.
Every layer speaks of people, motion, and life. Now only silence remains – and the traces of what once was.
Every layer speaks of people, motion, and life. Now only silence remains – and the traces of what once was.
October 20, 2025 at 10:01 AM
“Männer-Brause” – time has taken the paint, but not the story.
Every layer speaks of people, motion, and life. Now only silence remains – and the traces of what once was.
Every layer speaks of people, motion, and life. Now only silence remains – and the traces of what once was.
Black, shimmering in countless shades. The crow – intelligent, proud, underrated. A quiet observer with character, reminding us that beauty often lives in the shadows.
October 19, 2025 at 7:12 AM
Black, shimmering in countless shades. The crow – intelligent, proud, underrated. A quiet observer with character, reminding us that beauty often lives in the shadows.
Not spectacular, but real. A sparrow as we know it – alert, lively, and always close to where life happens. Beauty often hides in the small moments.
October 18, 2025 at 8:12 AM
Not spectacular, but real. A sparrow as we know it – alert, lively, and always close to where life happens. Beauty often hides in the small moments.