I don’t know where summer is? At least not in Hamburg. It’s cold and rains a lot. That’s the moment when I start to think about Kefalonia – Greece. Summer is really summer there. It’s hot, sometimes maybe too hot even. I live between these two extremes, either too hot or too cold and rainy. But still I miss my island in the sun, look at my photos and refeel all the emotions I had when I was there. I love this endless blue sky. How often have I looked into the sky there and thought: where does this blue end? There must be an end somewhere, but there wasn’t. Sometimes we had heavy tempests, so much that I thought the world would go down. And the next day: the sky was blue, endlessly blue, the sun was shining, it was warm and very agreeable. Especially in the late afternoons the island is turned into fluid gold, the air is like a velvety cape that somebody who loves you puts carefully around your shoulders. I still feel it and the memory feels so good. Wish I was there….
Life is a transient area to death. Only love remains forever.
Tempus fugit – amor manet somebody had written on a tombstone which is Latin and means time is transient but love stays.
I was overwhelmed by a tombstone showing a young woman mourning. It was made so truthfully and beautifully, showing details like a soft wisp of hair peeping out under a shawl, a vague Mona Lisa smile cut out of the faint reddish marble, a glorious fall of the folds, a noble nose, well-formed lips.. Something drew me to her. I had to touch her to feel if she was still living. I thought about a Greek tale of a young man who fell in love with a statue. At this moment I could understand him. I let my hands caress her face softly and I was moved, even though her cheeks were so cold. A tear dripped down, but it was mine.
Life is transient, enjoy every day as if it was your last.
Media vita in morte sumus : In the middle of life we are in death.
In memory of my father Dionyssios. I love you.
I refuse to choose and
so the doors that lie before me
remain forever unopened
some sit ajar…just a bit
a crack to let light in
brightening the shadows of “what if”…just a bit
the hinges grow stiff in their waiting
possibility remains trapped,
paralyzed behind the door
I refuse to let swing wide
saying to myself,
“what if it’s the wrong door?”
-Kayce Hughlett at Lucy Creates
Our garden has a lot of little visitors as we don’t use any chemicals. We certainly don’t like slugs because they know exactly our favorite flowers and eat them up first, and they don’t have any natural enemies. But all the other little critters are welcome. I usually take a walk in the evening with my camera, two close-up lenses and a magnifying glass to look for these little visitors. Right now, when the flowers start to bloom, it’s really wonderful to look at all the changes every day. Look how nice the little fluffy butterfly is hanging in the columbine. How must it feel to be a little snail being embraced by the petals of peony flower? The ant is climbing-up another peony like on a mountain. So come for a little walk with me to our garden…
A time of magic
Reluctantly night is thrusting the black velvety curtain aside –
angels are collecting billions of twinkling stars in their aprons.
The first sunbeams are falling silently on the ground,
falling on wet moss,
falling on glittering dew drops, enlightening the world with hope.
A green lizard is looking into the sky with beady little eyes
whilst a young nightingale tries its first love song.
Fairies are blending colors on their palettes, splashing
a little white and magenta on tulips,
a little yellow and salmon on narcissuses
and blue on forget-me-nots.
A black beetle with long antennas got drunk with bliss in a pink blossom,
his legs and antennas covered with yellow pollen
that he would generously pass- on to other blooms
There’s a certain magic in the air –
everything is renewed, fresh and beautiful, virgin like, angel like, enchanted
Spring – a time of magic
In the last months we made several trips to the Eastern part of Germany, down at the Elbe River, because we want to buy a house there. Some parts of this area have been the GDR for many years and it seems that they fell into oblivion. There are nearly no people on the streets, only a few shops, no life, nearly deserted and slowly decaying. You could get the impression that they tip up the footpath at 20.00h – as we say here.
On the other hand, due to the fact, that they didn’t renovate the old houses – partly even with timber framework, you can still find a lot of wonderful very old doors, even from the time 1815 – 1850. Unfortunately many of them were half-rotten, which is a real pity. But some had been fixed and painted and were beautiful again. Hope you enjoy my photos.
Embedded in the magenta of a Magnolia blossom,
tender petals like the soft touch of a lover’s hand,
a little green fly with translucent wings covered with dew-
drops is waiting for the sun
spring is coddling the world with enchanting colors
making forget the black and white death
the first butterflies are staggering through the air
wearing white wafting tunics with black dots
drunk with bliss –
the dance of the Cherubim