Mandy Minella | Somewhere under way I started this attempt with blurring and adding layers in order to increase energy and intimacy of the pics. So I have to apply that to the images published prior to that…
Today I started my second run-through. The first selection of 322 images made me wish that I’d had taken more photos depicting the whole scenery. But in these years of shooting my ambition mainly was to come close to the players in order to show the intensity of focus, motion, reaction and emotion. So the following photos will show more of those close-ups. My idea is to give tags to each photo and make these categories available on separate pages and via the respective search term. I start with it today and hope to come up with the re-tagging for the initial 322 pics soon. You’ll find them at the bottom of each post.
…So, now I am finished with all the old photos. As you might have realized I skipped many many pics. I left them in the database in order for everybody to be able to find ‘their’ images via the search function. Some of them I will take on later by re-thinking things like frame and other things. Also I probably will be much more radical with the manipulation. I have nothing to lose and for me the arts aspect has clear priority nowadays. But first I will re-think and if necessary re-do all the twothousandsomething previous pics…
…it’s more about photography and allegory here than about individual players. Given that I only have attentive and smart visitors everybody will know that by now. Yet still one cannot explain enough…
First published on: Apr 20, 2025 at 14:53 as ‘n:ew pic #1521’
It happens to be that photos tagged with ITF partially are from German Bundesliga, which is another even smaller category. For me it’s ok here to distinguish between the bigger WTA and the inferior ITF stage, whether it’s all correct or not.
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I found out that one can upload pictures to ChatGPT and ask it to describe them. Obviously one can influence the way of that by the prompt. I chose to keep it quite open just asking it to decribe it ‘lyrically, like a poem, in English and in German’. Some of the words come stunningly near to what my intentions are with this project. Other parts are just so so. Hope it’s as much fun to read for everyone as it is for me. I decided not to change one single syllable of what the AI is coming up with here. Given the restrictions for non-paying users I only can do three images at a time and then have to wait for some ten hours before I can upload the next. At the moment it doesn’t make sense to me to upgrade to the required 20-bucks-per-month Plus-Version. For now I chose to be patient and do what I can with the restrictions.
At the end of the post you find a better readable bigger version of the texts…
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ChatGPT:

In Praise Of Shadows
© Christian Brockmeier | all rights reserved
In der Stille zwischen zwei Herzschlägen
Aus der Dunkelheit
tritt eine Gestalt hervor,
nicht ganz aus Fleisch,
nicht ganz aus Licht.
Die Welt um sie herum zerfließt
zu Schatten und flüchtigen Echos,
während sie selbst verharrt
in der zerbrechlichen Gewissheit eines einzigen Augenblicks.
Ihr Blick folgt etwas Unsichtbarem,
einem Versprechen, einer Herausforderung,
einem Stern, der für einen Wimpernschlag
den Nachthimmel durchquert.
Und in diesem Blick liegt eine Stille,
tiefer als jedes Geräusch der Menge.
Die Zeit wird weich an ihren Rändern.
Bewegung wird zu Nebel.
Der Raum verliert seine Konturen.
Nur die Absicht bleibt –
klar wie eine Flamme,
die der Wind nicht erreichen kann.
Sie bewegt sich,
und scheint doch zu ruhen;
wie ein Traum,
der durch einen anderen Traum gleitet,
wie ein Gedanke,
der eine Form gefunden hat.
Und für einen kurzen Moment,
bevor alles wieder auseinanderfällt,
gehört sie weder dem Sieg noch der Niederlage.
Sie gehört jenem seltenen Ort dazwischen –
wo Anstrengung zu Schönheit wird
und Schönheit zu Licht.
Dort, im Dunkel,
leuchtet sie still,
wie ein Mond hinter ziehenden Wolken,
halb verborgen und doch gegenwärtig.
Geführt nicht von Gewissheit,
sondern von Konzentration,
von Hoffnung
und dem Mut,
sich weiter in die Unschärfe hinein zu bewegen,
bis der nächste Augenblick
aus der Dunkelheit geboren wird.
In the Quiet Between Heartbeats
Out of the darkness
a figure emerges,
not entirely of flesh,
not entirely of light.
The world around her dissolves
into drifting echoes and blurred shadows,
while she remains suspended
in the fragile certainty of a single moment.
Her gaze follows something unseen,
a promise, a challenge,
a fleeting star crossing the boundaries of night.
And in that gaze lives a silence
deeper than the crowd that surrounds her.
Time softens at the edges.
Motion becomes mist.
The court fades into absence.
Only intention remains—
clear as a flame sheltered from the wind.
She moves,
yet seems almost still;
a dream passing through another dream,
a body translating thought
into the language of grace.
And for an instant,
before the moment breaks apart,
she belongs neither to victory nor defeat,
but to that rare place between them—
where effort becomes beauty,
and beauty becomes light.
There, in the dark,
she shines quietly,
like a moon half-hidden by clouds,
guiding herself through the shadows
with nothing but focus
and the courage to keep moving forward.