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Vienna – Wild life in the cemetery
The unexpected star Vienna has many faces. But I'm not here for the coffee houses or the architecture. I'm looking for an animal you'd hardly expect to find in a big city: the European hamster. And a cemetery, of all places, is one of the best places to find it. The first visit – between uncertainty and respect I still remember my first time here vividly. It felt unfamiliar, almost alien. Photographing among all those gravestones, testaments to people who are no longer here –

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Kenya - in the realm of wild animals
The first morning in the savanna Night hadn't quite disappeared when we left camp. It was cold! A wind blew across the open landscape, and the sky over the savanna was slowly turning orange. Africa was slowly awakening. The first light settled over the tall grass, acacia trees cast long shadows, and somewhere in the distance a bird called. Our jeep rolled slowly along a dusty track, and I already had my camera on my knees. You never know what might appear behind the next bush

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Costa Rica - A paradise for nature photographers
Reisetagebuch aus dem tropischen Wunderland The moment it all began – My first hummingbird It was early morning, the air still cool and damp from the night's rain, and it was destined to rain almost continuously, as we were soon to find out. I stood with my camera on a small terrace somewhere in Costa Rica, surrounded by a garden full of tropical plants. The light was soft, almost magical. Suddenly, a soft buzzing sound. A tiny shadow darted past me and stopped abruptly in mi

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Federsee - a mystical autumn excursion
Reisetagebuch aus einer stillen Moorlandschaft The Path to Silence It's still dark when I park the car at the edge of the nature reserve. Night still hangs over the landscape, and the air is cold enough that every breath forms small clouds. Autumn has a firm grip on Lake Federsee. With my camera and backpack, I slowly make my way along the narrow path toward the jetty. The ground crunches under my shoes—a sign that the first frost of the season has coated everything overnight

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