Anja Wurm Photography

The smell of salt, seaweed, water. The warm sand. The colors before and after the sunset. Tales of seafarers and mermaids. Beneath the shimmering surface, a whole world of its own. It has a certain attraction for me. Sometimes I imagine that I come from this world. Maybe my ancestor lived in Atlantis. What I do know for sure: My grandfather was a seafarer. He could orient himself by the stars.