Spare time, a journey – exploring a place and scenery that I do not know. After I’ve been there a few days, I notice I am starting to relax, even withmy camera. At first everything is new and exciting. I let my surroundings surprise me on every path I walk for the first time. During those first few days my hand is almost constantly on the shutter release. The colors of the lake fascinate me, the waves sparkling in ever changing shades of green, emerald, turquoise, silver, deep blue, white and grey. I watch and absorb and take pictures. I feel a need though to come to rest, to see less actively, to find silence in watching, to make myself available for impression. This is an indicator of my being able to unwind, my arriving in this moment and place. I know the cluster of photographs well which I will later delete on my laptop because they feel so rashly captured, since I have not really made a connection. This is happening when I am too fast, too excited, too hasty. The goal is to root myself in the moment -physically and with my whole presence. I know this routine all too well. For me, the time before going on a trip is usually filled to the brim with tasks yet to be finished. Too much to think, too little to rest. Every time I think to myself how absurd this intense speed is – just to allow myself to slow down afterwards. Real perception can only emerge from real leisure. Around the fourth day of this journey I notice how I am slowing down and how my expectation of bringing home “good photos” is lowered. I begin to let myself drift, and on the ship I observe how curly the woman’s hair right in front of me is. The intense red of her T-shirt is reflected on the railing. This feeling of drifting along is wonderfully passive. I let myself be surprised by my surroundings. I let go and relax my perception.