Sunday Thoughts.

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I took a two cups of fairly strong coffee to get my system going. 

Not to make my mind race at all but it has this calming feeling of sparkling the creativity which helps me write down my inner most feelings.

A Sunday morning, my lover’s gone.

All quiet around me while the clouds overcast the sun so that hot summer day feels like beginning of the  autumn harvest season.

Fall always brings out reflection, then closure and yielding.

I feel young, sometimes childish. Yet I know my youth lays behind me.

Somedays the body aches and the soul is torn.

But, like in buddhism, if I try to look at the world with childish eyes, non judgmental and endless curiosity there’s proof that age don’t matter.

Besides, what’s more rewarding; being a careless child or a rebellious teen with not a care in the world doing unconscious decisions or having that awareness we ought to gain with age?

Both have its pros and cons in a philosophical way. What matters is the perception of it and how to not get drowned in the everyday mental chatters of our surroundings and within our brains. 

So I write myself a little postcard, a remainder that the child, the punkish’ teen and the buddha all live in me. 

They belong together. It’s what forms our personalities. 

I give them a hug and open my eyes. The kid want’s to play now.

Random Thought on The Human Condition

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What is the heart of the human condition?

I mean, what is it that drives us out of bed each morning.

That source energy that pushes us through the day. Through life.

But also the one that keeps us from going for our dreams. Or even out of the house on a mundane Sunday.

It’s complex, I think. Not sure. So that makes it that.

Can we operate it with certain behaviors, or let’s say, non-behaviors?

By nourishing our bodies and our spirits?

By keeping our minds clean. Out blood cells flowed?

Is to move ourselves the magic trick to keep everything else in flow as well?

Old Coffee & Leftover Cake

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There is certainly something about old Coffee and leftover Cake. A Nostalgia if you want so. In the recent memories storage of the brain I guess it awakes in us feelings of yesterday. A nice Sunday when Pots of Coffee where brewed while the scent of your girlfriends freshly baked pie covers the air. A cozy feeling of love and harmony. 

Or maybe it digs even deeper. To childhood. When Mom baked a Pie for a special occasion. May it be a family reunion, a birthday, or simply because she felt like making a regular day special while she reheats her cup of Coffee over and over again in the microwave.

Then the happy surprise when, the next day, you realize nobody there’s still a piece of pie left! What a way to start the day with pie for breakfast isn’t it!

As I reheat the leftover cup of Coffee and turn on the oven to warm the last piece of pie a warm feeling fills my body. A feeling of joy and good memories. It’s fantastic what food can do to us besides nurturing us obviously. 

So let’s be more like Coffee and Pie. Let’s live a life of love and harmony.

Peace, and enjoy that pie.

To those who might concern:

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Today I got to read a Substack article written by the great Brandon Boyd concerning his thoughts on thinking. The article revolved around the human brain, asking the question of how much of our thoughts we really own when we really go into ourselves and shut off the noise of everyday life. The question then was raised “What do yo think?”.

So while your asking you shall get an insight:


We are all products of our environment. Mostly despised, or at least not obviously relevant to the greater good of mass humanity. But every once in a while an individual is emerging. He, too, a product of his collected memories, thoughts and influences impacted by his life experience and chosen environment, none the less manages to impact a “new” so to speak generation. It seems he bundled his collected projections and is able to convert them into a new creative force. Then sending, spitting and blasting it out into the greater collective forming a new offspring for them to soak in as part of their existence. I think, what touches, influences us the most is what we absorb and review as “new”. Something we never saw, heard or tasted in a same way that this new delivers. Merely a compromised quantum of pre-existing creative tentacles, summarized so simple for us to digest easily enough that this new creative force is able to create new form and evolution in this abstraction of time and space.


So what do YOU think?

Café Hommage: Ma Chambre Noire (Lukas Bühlmann)

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The craft of creating a Photograph, from choosing the right Film, getting your setting right, finding the light, waiting for a moment to unfold itself, developing the negativ, ends with the precise work in the darkroom. The work in the darkroom itself is a mastery. One of those masters is Lukas Bühlmann.

Balancing his job as a Teacher for children with special needs and being a Dad of (soon to be) two Kids, it’s not always easy to pursue a time consuming hobby as Photography.

Lukas is a humbling guy with a lot of patience. You can tell he’s passionate about what he’s doing.

His body of work “On & Above”, which captures a sense of loneliness in rather depressed moments of last years lockdown, can be seen at the La Buvette until the end of January. Of course every one of his pictures is printed in his own darkoom. For the final artistic approach he used 50 year old printing paper to give it that moody look on print.

Go see his “On & Above” work HERE until the end of January 2023.

And make sure you check out more of his work in his Instagram page here.

If only I could write.

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If I could write,

I would write a story.

If I could write,

I would write a story of a world being safe.

If I could write,

I would write the story of a white man being black.

If I could write,

I would write a story of a woman being a man.

If I could write,

I would write a story where ethnics or race or gender don’t matter.

If I could write,

I would write a story where we’re all in synchronicity with nature.

If I could write,

I would write a story where we all let us being guided by the power of choice the universe has to offer.

If I could write,

I would write my story.

If I could write,

I would write your story too.

If I could write, If only I could write.

seeing without a sight

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As my eyes touched the surface of this world, the light was blinding me out of the beauty it has to offer. Only when shadows came I also came to realize what it has to offer. Boundlessness bounded and free to roam we are here to express ourselves from the abyss. Out of the shades to use the light and guide our inner voice to places not even visible at most times.

The Interbeing of change

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You cannot reduce being into non-being. Life is a process of change. Without changing, life is impossible. Once you accept that with joy, there is no fear. That is the practice of looking deeply. - Thich Nhat Hanh

Vernissage & Exhibition at the Leica Store Zürich

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“In seiner Fotografie hat sich Fabian Scheidegger auf Schwarzweiss-Fotos mit Filmkameras spezialisiert. Viel zum Zug kommt dabei seine Leica M6. Am 20. Oktober eröffnet seine Ausstellung im Leica Store Zürich und Sie können sich über die analoge Art zu Fotografieren mit Fabian Scheidegger austauschen.” Leica Switzerland