– a journey into the Mysteries of Water
What if we could take some moments each day reconnecting with those magic moments in nature?
That is why I created Water Calendar, to convey that magic, that curiosity, that emotional connection with nature.
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Splash. Cascading water strikes the rock wall – and returns in a myriad of droplets. Another wave is on its way, ready to deliver its full force. The growing palms observe, silently. Their fractal shape suggests a kinship to the cascading spectacle. Though each motion has a time scale of its own.
Like an octopus. The ink pattern slowly takes on a distinct resemblance in my mind. Evolving slowly, from the ink droplet I sent into the water. Sinking, second by second, the shape is shifting, now taking this form, now that. Another shot, and I see a jellyfish.
Water’s inherent tendency to form patterns can be observed as simply as with ink droplets falling into water. Preferably in a container with flat walls. The impact of the droplet creates vaulting toroidal forms, vortexes resembling jellyfish, and finally, when the motion slows down, settles into sinking octopus-like forms.
Continue reading “January 2026 – Ink droplets falling in water”
With a cascade of white foam, water plunges down the fall, into the greenish pond below. Large hollow pots of stone flank the little river. Over the years, water has slowly dissolved the soft limestone rock, carving out the deep ravine. Viscous and cold, the Alp water’s secrets await to be explored.
Mysteriously, the forest is looming over the water surface. Its shadows framing the lake, blending with the evening light and the reflections from the clouds. Overseeing the scene, a pine tree catches the rays of the setting sun. An image of stillness, mysterious and a bit sad, yet peaceful.
I’ve created a new wall calendar with photographs and reflections – Water Calendar 2026. Get it, as a Christmas present, or just for yourself.
In the 2026 calendar we meet magic moments, where water takes on golden colours, becomes a flowing jewel and shifts its shades like velvet fabric. We follow droplets as they mimic water living species, or is it the opposite? We encounter a river branching to cool down, watch dancing plumes and learn how dissolving clouds define our climate. We sense unexpected kinships, are lost in the moment and look at plants and water with new eyes.
Each image tells its own story – to an open heart and an enquiring mind. With the mind of a scientist and the heart of a poet, we journey into the mysteries of water.
The calendar is printed on demand by MagCloud on FSC paper and shipped directly to you.
Format 12″ x 12″ (30 x 30 cm).
Spiral bound.
Price: $19.95 + shipping
Morning mist is rolling in from the shore, the remnants of a rainy summer night. Elusive, yet being so close that one can nearly touch it. The sun finally breaks through, clearing up the mist into vapour, and it is gone, the remembrance of the night’s thunderstorm. Mist, the symbol of the unclear, the undiscovered, out of which discovery is born. Does it still hold any mysteries?
Continue reading “October 2025 – The Mysteries of Fog”
A memory of an impact millions of years ago. A collision. And now, one of the most peaceful places on the planet. For a stone, the million years are just a moment — a moment of observing its own reflection, timeless.
Glowing, the clouds reflect the last rays of the evening sun. Tinted in pink and coral against a soft blue canvas, they fill me with awe. The dark silhouettes of the trees add to the drama in the sky. Water and light, here in yet another combination, here in yet another dance.
Tinted in purple and blue, the bubbles float away through the air, upwards for a while, then sinking until they meet the ground or the foliage, disintegrating. Bubble after bubble flows out of the bubble wand, which is forming long sausages by the flow of air, soon pinching off into bubbles.
Continue reading “July 2025 – The soap bubbles”
Like a painting, the water surface shimmers. A patchy green stretches down from above, creating a striped impression on the ever moving canvas.
The sienna coloured rock walls blend in between. Like the memory filtering an artist’s impression, the water surface has its own way of doing the same.
A soft light illuminates the sky. In its way: cotton-like clouds and a falling rain. Little drops in the sky, friends to those on the grass, distract the light, turning its path in my direction, exposing its hidden colours. Down below: a mirror completing the path, faintly perceptible, yet there.
Glistening like diamonds in the morning sun, the small dew drops cling to the grass blades.
The slow wind gently caresses the nearest grass blade. To and fro the tip rocks, irregularly. Settles, for a moment still – and then a gust gives it a puff again. The little dew drops cling to the blade, firmly secured to it by the mutual attraction.
Continue reading “April 2025 – The dew drops”