"I have come home and I'm looking through the window, outside it's snowing, no waves at all. The beach is white, the fence posts are grey. I am looking back into a world gone forever. Thinking of a time that  will never return. A book of photographs is looking at me. Twenty-five years of looking for the right road. Post cards from everywhere. If there are any answers I have lost them. The best would be not writing at all."
ROBERT FRANK: The lines of my hand, 1971

"June asks me: Why do you take these pictures? Because I am alive ..."
ROBERT FRANK, Sept. 1980
 

Bild: Hugo Keller

Oberdorf SO - Einsiedelei

 "Eines lege ich euch allen ans Herz: Leben und Tod sind eine ernste Sache. Schnell vergehen alle Dinge. Seid ganz wach, niemals achtlos,niemals nachlässig."

Ruf, der am Ende des Tages, nach der allerletzten Meditation, in den Zen-Klöstern erschallt, zitiert aus:DOMENICO BORASIO: Über das Sterben. München : C.H. Beck, 2011, S. 97