Does anybody know a piece of poetry or just a tale that fits to my photos?
5th January 2011: On a walk from Sylt's famous coffee house "Kupferkanne" (= copper pot) back to our car at the other end of the village. The sun set very fast behind the horizon and the mixture out of overcast sky, blanket of snow and the yellow lights of the street lamps and in the house's windows performed a magic light in the silent streets of Kampen in the January late afternoon.
Unfortunately I did not had a tripod with me. So I had to find "natural tripods" (--> lamp posts, waste bins, ...) to hold the long exposure times. These two pictures are the best two out of a series of 15 images I took.