Anastasia Zarycka | 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 29, 2025 at 12:36 as ‘n:ew pic #1621’
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.
ChatGPT
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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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In Praise Of Shadows
© Christian Brockmeier | all rights reserved
Where Shadows Become Motion
From the darkness,
she appears as though carved from light itself,
a fleeting figure emerging
from the silence between moments.
The world around her has dissolved.
There is no court,
no crowd,
no measure of time.
Only movement remains.
The ball drifts through the blackness
like a small wandering moon,
while pale echoes of its path
linger in the air behind it.
She follows with her eyes,
with her breath,
with every quiet instinct
honed by repetition and trust.
One hand reaches toward the invisible future,
the other guides the present.
Between them lies the fragile distance
where possibility becomes reality.
Around her, shadows gather and scatter,
turning motion into memory
before it has even ended.
Yet she remains calm.
Not fighting the moment,
not trying to control it,
but moving with it—
as a river moves with its current,
as wind moves through leaves,
as light moves across water.
For a heartbeat,
she seems to exist in more than one place,
a reflection of herself
passing through the dark.
And in that fleeting overlap
of stillness and motion,
of certainty and mystery,
she becomes something more than an athlete.
She becomes a gesture.
A line of light.
A quiet answer
written across the darkness.
Wo Schatten zu Bewegung werden
Aus der Dunkelheit
tritt sie hervor,
als wäre sie selbst aus Licht geformt,
eine flüchtige Gestalt,
geboren aus der Stille zwischen zwei Augenblicken.
Die Welt um sie herum ist verschwunden.
Kein Platz.
Kein Publikum.
Keine Zeit.
Nur Bewegung.
Der Ball gleitet durch die Schwärze
wie ein kleiner wandernder Mond,
während helle Spuren seines Weges
noch einen Moment in der Luft verweilen.
Sie folgt ihm mit den Augen,
mit dem Atem,
mit jedem stillen Instinkt,
den Wiederholung und Vertrauen geformt haben.
Eine Hand greift in die unsichtbare Zukunft,
die andere hält die Gegenwart fest.
Zwischen ihnen liegt jener zerbrechliche Abstand,
in dem Möglichkeit Wirklichkeit wird.
Um sie herum sammeln und verlieren sich Schatten,
verwandeln Bewegung in Erinnerung,
noch bevor sie ganz vergangen ist.
Und dennoch bleibt sie ruhig.
Sie kämpft nicht gegen den Augenblick,
sie versucht nicht, ihn zu beherrschen,
sondern bewegt sich mit ihm—
wie ein Fluss mit seiner Strömung,
wie der Wind durch Blätter zieht,
wie Licht über Wasser gleitet.
Für einen Herzschlag
scheint sie an mehreren Orten zugleich zu sein,
ein Echo ihrer selbst,
das durch die Dunkelheit wandert.
Und in dieser flüchtigen Überlagerung
von Stille und Bewegung,
von Gewissheit und Geheimnis,
wird sie zu mehr als einer Athletin.
Sie wird zu einer Geste.
Zu einer Linie aus Licht.
Zu einer stillen Antwort,
geschrieben in die Dunkelheit.