Nature lover, birdwatcher, storyteller.
Every photo tells a quiet story — capturing moments that matter.
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BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
BW Zurich by Day Series
Europäische Wildkatze - European wildcat - Felis silvestris silvestris
Europäische Wildkatze - European wildcat - Felis silvestris silvestris
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
Rothirsch - Red deer - Cervus elaphus elaphus
Rothirsch - Red deer - Cervus elaphus elaphus
Persischer Leopard - Persian leopard - Panthera pardus tulliana
Persischer Leopard - Persian leopard - Panthera pardus tulliana
Seehund - Seal - Phoca vitulina vitulina
Seehund - Seal - Phoca vitulina vitulina
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
Eisfuchs - Arctic Fox - Vulpes lagopus
Steinbock - Alpin Ibex - Capra ibex
Steinbock - Alpin Ibex - Capra ibex
Out there, life still rushes on –
in here, only memory breathes.
Out there, life still rushes on –
in here, only memory breathes.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.