Water tales is a free photo project, not yet completed. Fairy tales always inspire me. I love the kitschy fairy tales with their stereotypes, such as the dark and deep stories. I am still searching for other fascinating tales about mermaids and water women from all around the world for my upcoming photos. Since I come from Germany, German fairy tales are currently represented most. But I am also looking for new stories from outside Europe.
Equipment:
Equipment:
Underwater: Olympus Tough TG-4
Above Water: Canon 60D
Models: Marc, Regina, Simone, Sylvia,
Models: Marc, Regina, Simone, Sylvia,
In planning:
The mermaid with golden lyre
The beautiful Lau
The golden fetter
The mermaid with golden lyre
The beautiful Lau
The golden fetter
Sirens
Sirens are described very different in legends and tales. In Odyssey, they are half bird half fish. In other legends half woman half fish and then simply beautiful women. But one thing they all have in common is: They lure ships to kill sailors.
Sirens are described very different in legends and tales. In Odyssey, they are half bird half fish. In other legends half woman half fish and then simply beautiful women. But one thing they all have in common is: They lure ships to kill sailors.
"The Green Eyes" by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer
Closing words:
“Come… come…” These words hummed in Fernando’s ears like an incantation. Come… and the mysterious woman called him to the edge of the abyss where she was suspended, and seemed to offer him a kiss – a kiss –
Fernando took a step towards her… and another… and felt the thin and supple arms that wrapped around his neck, and a cold sensation on his burning lips, a kiss of snow… and he swayed… and he lost his footing, and fell into the waters with a muffled and mournful sound.
The waters leapt in sparks of light and closed in over his body, and their silver ripples grew and grew, until they died out on the shore.
Closing words:
“Come… come…” These words hummed in Fernando’s ears like an incantation. Come… and the mysterious woman called him to the edge of the abyss where she was suspended, and seemed to offer him a kiss – a kiss –
Fernando took a step towards her… and another… and felt the thin and supple arms that wrapped around his neck, and a cold sensation on his burning lips, a kiss of snow… and he swayed… and he lost his footing, and fell into the waters with a muffled and mournful sound.
The waters leapt in sparks of light and closed in over his body, and their silver ripples grew and grew, until they died out on the shore.
Ophelia in Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Minsener Seewief
There exists these legend from 16th century about the Mermaid from Minsen. Minsen is a small German town at the North Sea. Fishermen had once pulled a mermaid out of the water and tortured her, to get a cure from poverty. She begged the fishermen to let her free, but they remained persistend. However, in one moment she managed to escape. The next day, on Sunday, all people from Minsen were praying at the church and when the priest called out the Amen, the Mermaid sent a great flood and all died within.
There exists these legend from 16th century about the Mermaid from Minsen. Minsen is a small German town at the North Sea. Fishermen had once pulled a mermaid out of the water and tortured her, to get a cure from poverty. She begged the fishermen to let her free, but they remained persistend. However, in one moment she managed to escape. The next day, on Sunday, all people from Minsen were praying at the church and when the priest called out the Amen, the Mermaid sent a great flood and all died within.
Loreley
Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
Daß ich so traurig bin,
Ein Märchen aus uralten Zeiten,
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,
Und ruhig fließt der Rhein;
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt,
Im Abendsonnenschein.
Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
Dort oben wunderbar,
Ihr gold'nes Geschmeide blitzet,
Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar,
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme,
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
Das hat eine wundersame,
Gewalt'ge Melodei.
Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten,
Daß ich so traurig bin,
Ein Märchen aus uralten Zeiten,
Das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt,
Und ruhig fließt der Rhein;
Der Gipfel des Berges funkelt,
Im Abendsonnenschein.
Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet
Dort oben wunderbar,
Ihr gold'nes Geschmeide blitzet,
Sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar,
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme,
Und singt ein Lied dabei;
Das hat eine wundersame,
Gewalt'ge Melodei.
Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe,
Ergreift es mit wildem Weh;
Er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe,
Er schaut nur hinauf in die Höh'.
Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen
Am Ende Schiffer und Kahn,
Und das hat mit ihrem Singen,
Die Loreley getan.
von Heinrich Heine
The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen
"With eyes already glazing she looked once more at the Prince, hurled herself over the bulwarks into the sea, and felt her body dissolve in foam."
