Until now I missed posting the complete Lilac story I shot in May. Although autumn mood is hovering in the chilly morning air and leaves are turning red and yellow every where I try to remember this particular scent of lilac ...
photographed in an old Bavarian farmhouse with courtesy of Familie Breitsameter.
Thank you for letting us immerse into the charm and history of your family inheritance. It was a pleasure to work on the old wooden floors, the worn tiles and the chilly shades of the massiv ancient brickwork.
Ein herzliches Dankeschön an Familie Breitsameter, die uns einen ganzen Tag lang die Türen zu ihrem alten denkmalgeschützten Bauernhaus geöffnet hat. Es war weniger ein Arbeiten als ein vergnügliches Eintauchen in die Geschichte des alten Gemäuers, das uns an einem heißen Frühsommertag mit angenehmer Kühle empfing. Wohin wir den eigentlichen Star des Shootings - die Pfingstrose - auch platzierten, das Haus umfing die Diva aus dem Pflanzenreich charaktervoll mit Patina, als wollte es der blühenden Schönen beweisen, dass Nichts und Keiner dem Verstreichen der Zeit die Stirn zu bieten vermag.
Last weekend I captured these deep red Peonies. I am so happy that I was allowed to shoot the whole story on a stunning location. The old farmhouse was basically build in the 17th century. Its worn and pitoresque walls tamed the exuberant beauty of the peonies.
I still recall my joyful anticipation for the Easter egg hunt when I was a child. I could not wait to get outside in the garden to find little presents and colourful eggs hidden in the lush green grass and the blooming shrubs. There could have been hardly a deeper disappointment as to wake up in the morning with the rain pouring down making the outdoor egg hunt impossible. One fair Easter Sunday I found a shiny red colored egg tucked into a huge green Tulip leaf by our neighbour although my parents had told me that I already picked all hidden eggs. I don't know exactly why I remember this particular egg as one of my favorite gifts today. Maybe because it came as a surprise from people I have not expected from at all. I remember the feel of the egg in my little palms. It felt chilly from the fresh morning air and perfectly shaped.
I had this episode in mind when I painted the eggs for my current DIY Easter egg story. Guess which egg idea was my favorite? The red one ... Results are coming soon!