Thursday, August 16, 2012

Smell the autumn

Tenderly, he looked into the rushing water, into the transparent green,
into the crystal lines of its drawing, so rich in secrets. Bright
pearls he saw rising from the deep, quiet bubbles of air floating on
the reflecting surface, the blue of the sky being depicted in it. With
a thousand eyes, the river looked at him, with green ones, with white
ones, with crystal ones, with sky-blue ones. How did he love this
water, how did it delight him, how grateful was he to it! In his heart
he heard the voice talking, which was newly awaking, and it told him:
Love this water! Stay near it! Learn from it! Oh yes, he wanted to
learn from it, he wanted to listen to it. He who would understand this
water and its secrets, so it seemed to him, would also understand many
other things, many secrets, all secrets.

(By Hermann Hesse's Novel "Siddharta") 

„Die meisten Menschen sind wie ein fallendes Blatt, das weht und dreht sich durch die Luft, und schwankt, und taumelt zu Boden. Andre aber, wenige, sind wie Sterne, die gehen eine feste Bahn, kein Wind erreicht sie, in sich selber haben sie ihr Gesetz und ihre Bahn.“ 

(aus "Siddharta.. eine Indische Erzaehlung" von Hermann Hesse) 

Monday, August 13, 2012

Glockentürme.. steeples

The photo challenge by Nova (link), who lives in Tenerife, was "steeples" ..
After some searching among old photographs I found these...
I am not so much into photographing churches, but here they are:

From the island Mykonos

From Mani, the southern and middle peninsula of Peloponnese.

Von Mani, die suedliche und mittlere Halbinsel der Peloponnese.

Das Thema  zum Fotografieren  von Nova (link), die auf Teneriffa lebt,  war "Glockentuerme"..
Nach einigem Suchen zwischen alten Fotografien habe ich diese gefunden.
Nicht sehr viele, da ich eigentlich kaum Kirchen fotografiere..

Thursday, August 9, 2012

Weltkatzentag - Day of the cat

Die Katze im Sack.... Cat in bag

Inspiriert von Sabine

Inspired by Sabine 

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Youth and age

Are not the joys of morning sweeter
     Than the joys of night,
And are the vig’rous joys of youth
     Ashamed of the light?

Let age and sickness silent rob
     The vineyards in the night
But those who burn with vig’rous youth
     Pluck fruits before the light.

      ( William Blake  1757 - 1827)