Marba en Eckart Titzenthaler, kinderen van de fotograaf, op een balkon van in het woonhuis in de Friedrichstrasse, Berlijn Possibly 1917

This is a photograph by Waldemar Titzenthaler, probably silver gelatin, of his children on a balcony in Berlin. The monochrome palette gives it a timeless quality. It's like looking into a memory, something that's both clear and a little out of reach. The textures really get me: the rough stone of the balcony, the soft fabric of their clothes, and the almost chaotic tangle of vines behind them. I love how the light catches the children’s faces, especially the one standing in the pram. You can almost feel the energy of their laughter. Notice the way the photographer captured the details, like the intricate pattern on the girl’s dress, or the small flowers beginning to bloom on the vines. This feels like a cousin to some of the work of Lisette Model. Both capture the beauty in the everyday, finding poetry in ordinary moments. It’s a reminder that art isn't always about grand gestures. Sometimes, it's about seeing the world with open eyes, embracing the messiness and the joy of being alive.