This morning I went to say ‘Hello’ to a good old friend. Not far from my home there is an oak tree that has fascinated me all my life. It is several hundred years old, has experienced good and bad climate, peaceful times and more than a hand full of wars. It has survived a lot of harm and is still alive.

The arm’s span width of six strong men will be needed to encircle its trunk. It is a majestic creature. The good thing about it: the Berlin tourism industry has not discovered it, yet. So there are no bbq-parties underneath its green roof and nobody is scratching its bark, you can just sit there and watch either the traffic at the nearby state route or some farmer caring for his rape, wheat or whatever the season needs.

It’s a good place for relaxation (okay there are a lot of angry ants living in that biotope) which is visited by a few courious bicylists or other fascinated locals like me.

To honour this old friend today I started a series of photoshoots where this oak tree will be the star.