Dienstag, 30. Januar 2018


Starting each day now facing the light, 
because after a while all those days facing away 
make it hard to remember the dark we see
 is not the whole world.

- storypeople -

Montag, 29. Januar 2018

Real hero

Anyone can slay a dragon, he told me,
but try waking up every morning & loving the world
all over again.
That's what takes a real hero.

- storypeople -

Sonntag, 28. Januar 2018

The arrival

While my underground colors are drying, lets have a tea on my working desk.
Lets take a little break and tell a story.

Somewhere behind a dark river, there is a place for cat souls.
When a cat has used up her nine lives, her soul goes on the journey there.
Some cats are well protected and become very old. Loved and caressed by their people,
but never defended against accidents.
Cats often happen a lot -

And there are also those who live homeless, in fee and they consume
 their nine lives very quickly.
After 2 or 3 years, they go over.
There are diseases, hunger, pain, bad people, cars and machines, wild animals - 
their world is full of dangers.
After a long suffering or suddenly they leave their wounded bodies
 and go to the other place.
At first it gets very cold and dark, then the black water is there and a boat.
Everything feels light suddenly, the pain is extinguished and only the memory 
of a caressing hand perhaps, some sad loving words. 
Human's tears maybe...

There are other cats in the boat and they glide silently over the water in the darkness.
It's cold and they freeze at first.
But then it gets brighter and there is an island.
An angel has lit a fire and they jump over the edge of the boat 
to sit by the fireplace. 
Meeting other, unknowed or well knowed cats.
They tell each other about the human who were so painful to leave
or about their ecperiences in an  enemy world.
All memories flow together to a chronicle of the cats.
They forget of it all, but nothing is lost.
Now they are here and waiting for new bodies and next nine lives.
Often they don't wait for a long time and their journey leeds back to our world.
The memory of the dark river will fade.
Until next time.

Made this picture 25th of january, inspired by Try it on Tuesday's promt "Fire and ice"
The story came into my mind while painting.

and Tom may excuse me, that my Photos Tunes today are painting tunes.
I haven't any photos, fitting better to this old song.

Campus - Bäume

Einer der wenigen Schneetage auf dem Hochschul-Campus in Wernigerode.
Bäume, schön zu betrachten in ihrer hüllenlosen Gestalt.

Und ein Gedicht, das ich in meinem Jahrbuch fand:
"Das soll Dir bleiben" Herausg. von Friedrich Schorlemmer

Pünktlich vor Jahresbeginn entdeckte ich das Buch im öffentlichen 
Bücherschrank. Grosze Freude.
Viele stelle ich bald wieder zurück, dieses vorerst nicht.
Wenn überhaupt.

(das Grüne im Hintergrund sind riesige alte Rhododendren)

(dieser verwachsene Baum ist eine Magnolie)


Nur ein kleiner Umlauf.

Hitze, Nässe,
Obst auf der Erde.

Kaum einer sieht
an starken Bäumen
den schmalen neuen Ring.

Am Glück
versagen die Kalender.

Wie mißt die Stimme sich,
wie die Berührung?

Du bist das Jahr.
Sonst trägt es
keinen Namen.

- Richard Exner -

(zugegeben: die Fotos sind von Jan.2017, da wars kälter und Eis auf dem Teich, das hatten wir 
diesjahr noch gar nicht... aber irgendwie hab ichs damals nicht  geschafft, die Serie zu posten)

Geschrieben für Mein Freund der Baum

Freitag, 26. Januar 2018

Friday Five and narrow gauge railway

Good morning,
the week is gone so fast and it's friday again,
time for Willy Nilly Friday Five.
And I also share this post on sunday with All seasons.


Our weather is crazy.
At the beginning of the week we had some snow
and now we have mild temps and spring in the air.


Today in the morning, still in the dark, when I opened the window
I heard a lot of birds, like in spring.
I like these dark mornings, time before the daybreak.
The space outside of my window seems so very wide and here sings a bird
and there sings another - that's a real stereo-effect.
Like to stand by the open window and listen to this natural concert.


Had some free hours for painting.


When I'm going home from downtown, I often must stop by the railway barrier.
Take some photos, when my little camera is with me.


Have some flowers in my home.
It was a big bouquet, these are the rests of it. 
Enjoys me a long time.

Have a nice weekend

Mittwoch, 24. Januar 2018


There's always a moment when you see
how you've bent yourself into a shape
that fits the people you've known & you see
how that has to stop & though it's not always easy,
that's exactly where you begin to find out
who you're meant to be.

- storypeople -