Jessica Pieri | 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: May 12, 2025 at 15:28 as ‘n:ew pic #1578’
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.
In Praise Of Shadows
© Christian Brockmeier | all rights reserved
The Moment Before Impact
There are moments
so brief they seem impossible to hold,
yet they contain entire worlds.
This is one of them.
The ball hangs in the air,
a pale moon suspended in a private sky,
while everything around it dissolves
into currents of motion and shadow.
She moves toward it
with the certainty of instinct,
with the quiet confidence
earned through countless unseen hours.
Her eyes are fixed,
not merely watching,
but listening—
as if the ball carries a message
that only concentration can hear.
The world beyond fades.
Voices become echoes.
Shapes become whispers.
Time narrows to a single thread
stretching between her and the approaching sphere.
In that narrowing,
there is beauty.
Not the beauty of victory,
nor of applause,
but of complete presence—
the rare grace of being wholly devoted
to one fleeting instant.
The racket begins its arc.
The air gathers around the motion.
The darkness seems to lean closer.
And then, for a heartbeat,
everything is perfectly balanced—
effort and elegance,
strength and precision,
silence and sound.
A moment later, it will be gone.
But for now,
the universe waits
at the edge of a single strike.
Der Augenblick vor der Berührung
Es gibt Augenblicke,
so kurz, dass man sie kaum festhalten kann,
und doch tragen sie ganze Welten in sich.
Dies ist einer davon.
Der Ball schwebt in der Luft,
ein heller Mond in einem privaten Himmel,
während um ihn herum alles
zu Bewegung und Schatten zerfließt.
Sie bewegt sich ihm entgegen
mit der Gewissheit des Instinkts,
mit jener stillen Sicherheit,
die nur aus unzähligen unsichtbaren Stunden entsteht.
Ihr Blick ist fest gerichtet,
nicht nur beobachtend,
sondern lauschend—
als trüge der Ball eine Botschaft,
die nur die Konzentration verstehen kann.
Die Welt dahinter verblasst.
Stimmen werden zu Echos.
Formen werden zu Andeutungen.
Die Zeit verengt sich
zu einem einzigen Faden,
gespannt zwischen ihr und dem herannahenden Ball.
Und in dieser Verdichtung
liegt Schönheit.
Nicht die Schönheit des Sieges,
nicht die des Applauses,
sondern die Schönheit vollkommener Gegenwart—
jene seltene Gnade,
sich ganz einem einzigen Augenblick hinzugeben.
Der Schläger setzt zur Bewegung an.
Die Luft sammelt sich um den Schwung.
Selbst die Dunkelheit scheint näher zu rücken.
Und dann, für einen Herzschlag,
ist alles im Gleichgewicht—
Anstrengung und Eleganz,
Kraft und Präzision,
Stille und Klang.
Einen Moment später
wird alles vorüber sein.
Doch jetzt noch
wartet das Universum
am Rand eines einzigen Schlages.
