I don’t know why I’m so attracted by decay but for me it has even more beautiful colors and transfers more feelings than new and modern things. All these old things have some kind of a soul, a story to tell, a history; they have been used in good and in bad times and that’s noticeable. People have vanished without a trace but some old things are still there to tell their stories. The music that would fit these photos would be the blues because some of these photos are very blue, but still very honest. These old things don’t pretend to be new or young like some people, they just show their “wrinkles”, having gone through sun and rain, storm or even earthquakes, and I feel respect for every year they have lived, endured and enjoyed their lifetime – if one can say so about objects.
Whenever I’m in Kefalonia/Greece I like to see the different kind of greenery. Wonderful and colorful flowers and plants are growing in the warm Mediterranean sun and they get along with very little water.
On my photographs you can see the following plants and flowers: a fan palm leaf, the fruits of an opuntia (some are edible), zinnia flowers with visitors, a jaccaranda tree in bloom, a yellow poppy, cyclamen and iris, a ziziphus tree with fruits, which are called “Chinese dates” (they are edible, very tasty and healthy, but quite rare), a tecomaria, an amaryllis belladonna (which is poisonous), a podranea and a datura.
Sitting here in the dark grey November weather in Hamburg I love to look at the photos from Kefalonia because I can remember the wonderful warm sun in Greece. I’m looking forward to going there next year. I wish you all sun in your hearts.
I’m driving on narrow roads through little villages that cling to the mountains like swallow nests. The road is leading higher and higher until I reach a piazza where it goes down again in endless serpentines to the sea. Suddenly I’m falling into the deep blue; the sky and the sea unite like two people making love. I immerse into this blue color like diving into the sparkling eyes of a lover, falling and falling into death.
The landscape is very remote and lonely, no sounds except the bells of sheep and goats. I see Cyprus trees upright like candles in the sun. Unknown birds are flying away quickly and shy. The air is soft like a stroke with a feather and smells like wild herbs. Two enchanted swallowtail butterflies are tenderly circling around each other in a late summer yearning. There are some few tufted clouds like a necklace of cotton wool hanging at the mountain-edge in a soft, silent sadness that fills my heart with speechlessness. Suddenly the sun is squinting over the mountains and sends some sun-rays down to the earth to warm my heart.
When I come down to the beach, a Goddess has poured fluid turquoise, emerald and lapis lazuli colors into the sea and finally threw millions of diamonds on top to glitter. The warm sun caresses my body like a velveteen veil in an endless hug. I close my eyes and see orange and purple colors and feel like in the womb of a mother. There’s complete silence, only a bird is singing a short little love song. The sea is calm, there’s only a faint smacking noise from the crystal clear little waves running ashore like two lips finding each other in a cautious soft first kiss. I dive into the emerald sea to clean my body from all the bad in order to emerge from the foam like Aphrodite.
While driving home, a man with a mournful voice, accompanied by a shepherd flute and a bouzouki is singing in the radio “I’m waiting for you, I’m waiting for you, I loved you more than you loved me”, and it’s so blue to see all the beauty in sadness because nobody is singing it for me.
I’m looking into the blue, endlessly blue sky and ask myself: where does this blue end? It only ends every evening, when the sky gets salmon first and dark afterwards, and the stars are starting to sparkle like they did millions of years before me and will do millions of years after me.
Right now, shortly before I leave again to Kefalonia, I would like to show you some wild and domestic animals from Kefalonia.
Every year we usually see a lot of stray cats and dogs which I pity a lot. But slowly people tend to have these animals at their houses and treat them more or less well.
In the last years we never saw Greek tortoises on Kefalonia, but last year we found three of them on the street. We quickly stopped to put them a bit further into the wilderness. We remarked that it were 2 males and a female. The guys were fighting for the female. It was interesting to look at. Two years ago we found a huge marginal tortoise on another street and stopped again to put it somewhere else. In the main city named Argostoli you can see 5-7 loggerheads every day at the harbour bassin. These animals are very huge and impressive and not very shy. They are waiting at the fishing boats for the remnants of the nets.
Of course you can see a lot of sheep and goats all over Greece which provide very healthy and delicious sheep and goat cheese, which is so good in a Greek salad.
I felt very sorry for the grey horse. It was fenced in at a very remote place, completely alone and was so happy when I came to stroke it and to feed it with grass.
I will fly to Greece in some days. I’m looking forward to the sun. It might be possible that I cannot work on my blog in the next weeks, but in my thoughts I am with you all, my dear friends.
This week’s photo challenge gives me the opportunity to post a lot of photos which otherwise would end up in a drawer. You can see the structures of leaves, a palm tree, dates, an adorned trunk, an old fishernet, fern, stones from the beach, leaves, a cactus, a banana flower, a sea urchin, a wasp nest, some flowers at the beach, flagpoles, the wall of an old house with tiles etc.
This time I take you for a walk in my beautiful home-town Hamburg. We have so many old buildings here and some of them have very nice details which I photographed for you during several months. Most of the details are from the time of art nouveau (1890 – 1910), which is my favorite style. Art nouveau originates from the English Arts and Crafts movement which wanted to put an antipole against the progressive industrialisation. The Arts and Crafts movement wanted to maintain the artisanal traditions.
Most of the details are from normal dwelling houses but three details (the woman, the man and the putto – all in grey) are at the entrance of our academy for fine arts. I visited the cantine quite often when I studied arts at another academy not far away. It’s a very beautiful building close to a pond with swans, ducks and geese.