Tipp No. 104: “Below The Surface” – Spectacular Underwater Photography by Tobias Friedrich

arts, Creatures, Film, Insights, Nature, Reisen, Sports, Technology, Tipps, Travel

When I was a child, I dreamt of becoming a crew member of spaceship “Enterprise” in order to discover new worlds, unknown life forms and different cultures. Actually, I`ve lived this dream by chosing jobs that
allowed myself to travel a lot, to visit exotic places and which is even
more important to meet interesting people of in many aspects different cultures.

Scuba diving has been on my bucket list since childhood because I was
aware of the fact that the oceans are still “terra icognita” although about
71% of the earth`s surface (2/3) is covered with water of which 97,4% is salt-water.
From the very beginning, I had the idea that scuba diving could be the
unique opportunity to experience a kind of “space traveling” without the
need to meet NASA qualification requirements.

Of course, I was also inspired by the reports about Jaques-Yves Cousteau
and his adventureous expeditions when I finally took action and passed my scuba diving PADI open water exam in the Red Sea / Egypt many years ago.
It turned out that my phantasy of “space traveling” underwater was not completely absurd. As a scuba diver rookie, who is dependent on his
equipment and the goodwill of the sea dweller, I felt actually very vulne-rable. There was no doubt, it was me who was the intruder… the alien in this outlandish – almost surreal – water world! 

The spectacular underwater photography of Tobias Friedrichs brought
pre cious memories back…
Back on board after a beautiful dive, I was completely overwhelmed by
all the impressions and my emotions…Secretly and unnoticed a few tears
dropped into the Red Sea.
I didn`t recognize myself anymore because I was convinced to be quite
top-heavy and introverted. 
All this fragile beauty underwater was simply breaking my heart.
I learnt that beauty can be painful. In particular, if it is endangered by
pollution, mass tourism (I was a part of too) and climate change.   
Maybe, it was also a dash of desparation why I experienced this sudden
“crisis of joy”. 

Tobias Friedrich`s touching underwater photography allows us to sneek
a peak  cit.: “Below The Surface”. This motto might be ambiguous in
my case.

However, I` d like to share my fascination with you and invite you to
descent into The 50 Shades of Deep Blue….Enjoy the weightlessness, the flow, hushed sound level and not to forget the encounters with still quite unknown creatures who are often as curious as the human visitor!

Friendly encounter with a brown fur seal (South Africa)
Humpback Whale (Oman)
2 purple eye dwarf gobies, sitting on top of a hard coral near Marsa Alam (Egypt, Red Sea).
Face to face with a shark

ABOUT THE ARTIST

"From birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is 
bolted to earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he
is free."
Jacques-Yves Cousteau (1910 - 1997)

In his childhood Tobias Friedrich loved to watch the adventures of the Calypso with Jacques-Yves Cousteau as its captain and the beauty of the world that is below the ocean’s surface. It’s still an overwhelming feeling for him when he has the chance to dive. He loves the elegancy and calmness of the world under water standing in contrast to the hectic atmosphere above.

Tobias Friedrich lives in Germany and started taking pictures with a DSLR underwater in the year 2007. Since then his images have been published in prestigious scuba diving magazines and newspapers around the world.

Several underwater photographic competitions, have honoured his work, resulting in over 50 awards with nearly 30 1st places.

Lately, he has been named “Underwater Photographer of the Year 2018” in the prestigious UPY London competition.


The UPY 2018 awarded photo: A panoramic view of the cargo deck inside the SS Thistlegorm with the motorcycles in the middle and light to lighten the trucks on the side of the cargo deck, near Sharm el Sheikh, Northern Red Sea, Egypt.

All waters, from zero to 30° Celsius, are attractive for him, at least there is something to photograph.

Tobias`fine arts photography is not staged. His photography is rather a result of stamina, patience and opportunity. He is not working with photomontages. The panorama view – combining a view above and under the ocean surface – is achieved by utilizing a dome camera.
He is SEACAM equipment for his Canon EOS 1DX Mark II and 5D Mark II DSLR.

He is leading expeditions and workshops around the world, where everybody can join.

Please, feel free to visit his website that shows further amazing underwater photo galleries, panorama views, beautiful aerial views (highly recommended!) and a few offerings like:

  • Underwater photography BOOKS in German and English language,
  • His calendar “BELOW SURFACE 2019″
  • A collection of high-quality POSTCARDS with unique motifs
  • His schedule of awesome PHOTOWORKSHOPS 2019 (Destinations: Egypt, Bali, Philippines, Brother Islands) – simply click on “JOIN”.

web: http://www.below-surface.com

The Calendar 2019 by Tobias Friedrichs

Poem No. 117: “My Loyal Friend” by Pat Fleming

Gedichte, Nature, poems

Outside my bedroom window
Stands an old majestic tree.
She’s been standing there for decades,
Just as proud as she can be.

And every morning when I wake,
She’s the first thing I see.
This lovely constant in my life,
So magnificent and free.

I can see the early, rising sun
Peeking through her lush green leaves.
I can hear her moving gently,
In the summer’s warming breeze.

She has a personality
That she wants the world to see.
And her moods are ever changing
Behind her silent dignity.

She responds to every season,
In her own unfettered way.
All we have to do is gaze at her
To know what season’s on its way.

In the Spring she comes alive again,
As her leaves begin to bloom.
And beneath the sun’s attention,
You can almost see her swoon.

And in the heat of the summertime,
When her joy is magnified.
She has never looked more beautiful,
All “decked out to the nines.”

And when the Fall comes creeping in,
And a chill floats on the breeze,
She prefers to don more earthy tones,
And does just what she please.

But when the Winter’s looming large,
It’s impossible to hide
As her barren limbs droop soulfully.
They betray her grief inside.

She’s stood by me through all my days.
She’s watched me laugh and cry.
She’s listened so intently
While I’ve pondered on my life.

And when I see her dank and weary,
I will sit with her sometimes.
And all the years we’ve shared together
Will come rushing back to mind.

But both of us are strong and true.
We’ve become the closest friends,
And we will weather every storm
Together till the end.

Tipp No. 70: Water Colour Wildlife & Landscape Paintings by The Artist Ben Woodhams (Denmark / Bornholm Island)

arts, Creatures, Kunst, Nature, Reisen, Tipps, Travel

I totally fell in love with Ben`s work…I would like to share a few of his wonderful water colour paintings.

As you might have noticed from visiting my tiny blog, I am at home in Northern Germany. Northern Germans are often teased by calling them: “fish heads, shell pushers and dike tramplers”.  I suppose, I am touched by Ben`s art because on one hand I know his themes well and because ….I can feel the weather looking at his paintings, on the other hand I seem to share his perspectives and perception of moods, colours, surface structures etc…Besides, the picture composition and other details of Ben`s aquarelles reminds me on Japanese paintings. 

However, I am very glad that I stumbled upon his wordpress blog linked to his website:

 https://benwoodhams.com/

ABOUT BEN WOODHAMS

Ben Woodhams is an English artist and illustrator currently living and working on the Danish island of Bornholm in the Baltic Sea.

After beginning a career in museums and art galleries as an exhibition curator and designer, Ben and his family moved to Bornholm in 2008, where he works as an artist, illustrator and educator.

Ben’s practice is founded in direct observation and specialises in birds, working primarily in watercolour. Studies of living birds are made in the field, while dead birds are taken to the studio. Moments in time, and the relationship between the process of observation and depiction, are the engines that drive Ben’s work – the tension between the ‘need’ to capture the moment or the vision, and the desire to let the medium speak its own language.

Recently Ben has been studying changes in the landscape through space and time. The patterns made by a passing flock of cranes, the rising tide within a rock pool, shadows moving over a rock during a day, an oilseed rape field blooming over a period of weeks, changes through the seasons and over years.

Of course, Ben is offering original paintings as well as limited printed editions for purchase.

Interestingly, he is teaching aquarell painting  & drawing (in English and Danish language) for private and public groups (all age classes) additionally.  
He focus on observation-based drawing, watercolour painting and relief printing techniques and put emphasis on outdoor drawing and painting.

Just a few impressions of BORNHOLM – as a teaser that I don`t need anymore….Maybe, we will see each other on Bornholm island in 2019?

Tipp No. 112: ECOSIA – The Search Engine That Plants Trees (Awarded German Social Business)

Insights, Nature, Reisen, Tipps, Travel
About 51.000.00 have been already planted

LETS`S PLANT TREES!

Greening the Desert

ECOSIA is a German social business that was founded in 2009 after a trip around the world and the discovery of the high impact on all kinds of life by deforestation. Ecosia won several awards for its clever concept and speedy growth in Europe and beyond. In April 2014, ECOSIA was the first German company to become a B Corporation thanks to its social business model.

ECOSIA uses the profit made from your searches to plant trees where they are needed most. Get the free browser extension and plant trees with every search.

ECOSIA knows that trust has to be earned

That is why ECOSIA publish his monthly financial reports and tree planting receipts online. This way the user can hold ECOSIA accountable.

ECOSIA is planting all around the world

Trees mean a happy environment, healthy people, and a strong economy. Their awesome projects in cooperation with notable local organizations:

  • Restoring watersheds in Brazil
  • Restoring coastal forrests and natural corridors in Madagaskar
  • Trees for healthier forrests and people in Indonesia
  • Empowering women in Kenya – as part of the “Green Movement” against deforestation, land grabbing and corruption.
  • Coffee For Peace in Colombia
  • Protecting the home of the Orang-Utans in Indonesia
  • Regreening the Sahel in Burkina Faso
  • Restoring key watersheds in Ghana in coop. with “TreeAid”
  • Supporting Europe`s biodiversity in Spain
  • From Cocaine to cacao in Peru in coop. with the PUR project
  • Restoring the Atlantic rainforrest in Brazil in coop. with PACTO
  • Food security through tree planting on Haiti
  • Alternatives for Palm Oil in Indonesia
  • Reforesting vulcano slopes in Nicaragua in coop. with Dia
  • and more important projects with a focus on tree planting.

“We plant native acacia trees, because they make the soil more fertile. With our earnings we started a communal savings account for women to borrow and start their own businesses.”
Sara, 42 Mechisho, Ethiopia
From Cocaine To Cocoa, Peru

ECOSIA RESPECTS YOUR PRIVACY

It doesn`t save data about your searches. ECOSIA doesn’t create personal profiles of his users based on their search history. ECOSIA actually anonymizes all searches within one week.

Follow ECOSIAs journey to one billion trees

ADD ECOSIA TO YOUR CHROME BROWSER + DOWNLOAD THE APP FREE OF CHARGE!

For further details, just visit their website: https://www.ecosia.org/

By the way, ECOSIA is also offering a tiny Online Shop….

The headquarters of ECOSIA is located in Berlin.

Shared No. 70: Cit.: “My Life with Gracie Reminded Me Even Small Gifts Help Keep Doors Open For Those Who Have No Voice” by Dad4Gracie

arts, Cartoons, Creatures, humor, Insights, Kunst, Nature, Oddities

Please, feel free to visit the very charming blog of the artist Dad4Gracie that provides you with funny insights, heartwarming stories and universal wisdoms of his lively chicken family.

The beautifully ilustrated finding below refers to the capital campaign in favor of the St. John`s church in Portsmouth, which is well-known for supporting homeless and other vulnerable members of their local community.

The capital campain shall provide the church with a new roof, repair water damage to the stonework, and replace the knob and tube wiring that could cause a serious electrical fire.

Give yourself a special christmas or seasonal gift

…by making a small donation. You will find a link to the charity webiste on the blog “My Life with Gracie”….simply follow the link at the end of this post.

No, you won`t become visible, you are possibly no member of this community, you might have another religion, you are financially challenged at the time being (like I am due to the sudden death of my car), you wont get any direct payback or feedback …and nevertheless you´re compassionate and willing to be of help without any vanity & shelfishness. That`s true (inner) beauty which might rise you self-respect and -self esteem. Levitate your spirit…and prove that someone who is in need, will be helped — even by strangers at remote places. I am not religious frankly speaking but I believe that the universe wont forget anything….

However, Gracie and her chicken sisters, who are doing their best to support St. John`s too (pls. see the wonderful cartoon of Dad4Gracie below), are clucking: “Danke schön! Thank you! Merci! Xiexie! Gracias! Grazie! Shukran! Spassiba! Domo arigatou!”  

Dad4Gracie`s Blog:   https://mylifewithgracie.com/2018/10/14/my-life-with-gracie-even-small-gifts/

Even Small Gifts

PS: It would be also very kind of you to reblogg and forward this post or even better Dad4Gracies original post to increase the reach….Thx.

Poem No. 96: “The Ocean” by B. Gosling

Gedichte, Nature, poems

The waves trickle along my toes.
The soft ocean sprays across my nose.
The sand was compliant under my feet,
Exactly where the ocean and it decide to meet.

The water rose and enveloped around my shin.
The salt water numbing against the skin.
A shell drifted, caught in the tide,
A tiny crab adrift inside.

The water drifted up to my hips,
A million kisses from the ocean’s lips.
A gentle caress from the deep blue,
Though it would’ve been better if it was from you…

The water enveloped around my waist.
A thousand tiny fingers around me laced.
The horizon calls, it beckons me
Out towards it, across the sea.

Creatures Nr. 1: Die Kiwi – wehrhafte, aber romantisch-bodenständige Superfrauen mit Kuschelfaktor, Nasengespür & Verstand (in German language only)

Creatures, humor, Insights, Nature, Oddities, Travel
kiwi1


KIWIs
….nicht nur zuckersüß, fusselig, sondern auch wirklich erstaunlich:

1. Kiwi Mamas sind Superhelden.
Sie legen nämlich im Verhältnis zu ihrer Körpergröße eines der größten Eier im Vergleich zu anderen Lebewesen. Ein Kiwi Ei entspricht ca. 20% der Körpergröße eines Weibchens und wiegt ca. 16 oz (ungefähr 460 g). Zum Vergleich: Ein menschliches Baby entspricht nur ca. 4-5% des Frauenkörpers. Ein Kiwi Ei zu gebären, muss sich anfühlen wie eine türkische (die großen also!) Wassermelone zu scheißen… Respekt, Sisters down-under!

2. Sie sind sehr romantisch & treu.
Kiwi Vögel gehören zu den wenigen Spezies, die den Anspruch haben, ihr Leben als monogame Paare zu verbringen. Sie scheinen an die große Liebe zu glauben und suchen sich also einen Partner fürs Leben. Es heißt, dass ihre Partnerschaften >20 Jahre halten…und das ganz ohne Partnertherapien oder wirtschaftliche Zwänge. Wenn sie daten, besuchen sie sich übrigens alle 3 Tage gegenseitig in ihren Nestern. Vernünftig….Prüfe sich, wer sich ewig bindet. Nur keine falschen Moralvorstellungen!

3. Kiwis, die Schnüffler Down-under
Die kleinen Puschel sind so etwas wie die Fährtensucher in der Hundewelt. Am Ende ihres langen Schnabels besitzen sie nämlich Nasenlöcher und sehr empfindliche Sensoren, um ihre Beute unterirdisch aufzuspüren. Ihr Geruchssinn ist sehr hochentwickelt. Vielleicht könnte man sie ja auch zum Drogensuchen, Diabetes-Warnen etc. ausbilden?

4. Die Puschel sind sehr bodenständig & tolerant – buchstäblich
Mangels Feinde vor 1000 Jahren, d.h. bevor Menschen und ihre Haus-/Nutztiere einwanderten, konnten sie eben gut aufs Fliegen verzichten. Heutzutage sind sie leichte Beute für Migranten und daher vom Aussterben bedroht. Dennoch haben die Kiwis sich nicht dazu hinreißen lassen, eine Alternative für Neuseeland zu gründen.

5. Sie haben wunderschönes Haar!
Wozu Federn, wenn man eigentlich nicht fliegen mag? Ihr Federkleid hat sich also über die Zeit zu einer Art buschiges, softes Feder-Fell zur Camouflage in den neuseeländischen Wäldern weiterentwickelt. Nur allzu gern würde ich gerne einmal einen Kiwi streicheln…fraglich ist jedoch, ob er sich streicheln und kraulen lassen will. Höfliche Zurückhaltung erscheint mir angemessen….schade! Aber man will nach der #metoo Kampagne ja nicht zum Täter mutieren.

6. Kiwis sind niedlich, aber keine Schwächlinge!
Sie sind nachtaktiv, aber durchaus nicht scheu & wehrlos. Mit rasierklingenscharfen Krallen kombiniert mit hinterhältigen “hit & run” ISIS-Guerilla-Taktiken verteidigen sie ihr Territorium und ihre XXXL Eier….auch gegenüber Humanoide.

7. Sie sind nicht leicht zu täuschen,…
…so berichten Wissenschaftler, die Aufzeichnungen von Kiwi-Lockrufen verwendeten und bei der Kiwi Population schnell aufgeflogen sind. Die Zoologen bescheinigen den flugunfähigen Eingeborenen zudem ein ausgezeichnetes Gedächtnis. Noch nach mehr als 5 Jahren erinnerten sich die Kiwi an die Tonbandaufnahmen und ließen sich nicht mehr über den Tisch ziehen. Bleibt zu hoffen, dass sie ihren Lebenspartnern gegenüber nicht so nachtragend sind…

Poem No. 83: “Love Declaration to the North – Liebeserklärung an den Norden” by Mona Harry (German Slam Poetry)

Creatures, Gedichte, Insights, Nature, Oddities, poems, Reisen, Travel

Land between the Seas (=North and Baltic Sea), even the trees bow to. You are the true reason, why compass needles point towards North!


The video is on German language only. Please, find the translation below.

This post was a tough one…to record the poem in German language (listening to the video) and then translate it into English language…but I think, it is worth it. Please, find the result below. I hope you like it.

Yours,

Weiss-Nix,
Proud to be a “fish head, shell pusher and dike walker” (like Southern Germans used to call us)

Country Road in Winter
Frisian House with thatched roof, Keitum
Frisian Mink = Raincoat

“LOVE DECLARATION TO THE NORTH” in English language:

You say:
The North however is this location with the boring landscape which is riddled with ugly cities in never-ending rain.
Characterless grasslands, located somewhere in the fogs, over there where the quest not to capitulate the wet is in vain;
over there where you are always surrounded by moisture and storms.

And then I say: 
Come and take your navigation instruments with you.
Adjust your angle of view;
Your clothes shall henceforth be yarn (= exaggerated stories told by sailors).
Cast your retinas (= German wordplay: Retina = Net+Skin) to fish new perspectives between the waves;
adjust the telescope another time so that your eyes will start singing songs.
let us set sails  to clear our view.
Because what I am fond of the North is simply what you`re
impeaching from another point of view.
Because I like this acerbity, this grey, the salty awness (roughness), the water,
the fog, the patter of rain, the wavy floods, the threatening gestures of the weather,
if cloud-towers height the sky.
I like the feeling to be thrilled by storm squalls.

Like the cows and dikes with sheeps made out of cotton,
like the dunes, the softness of the sleeping mud flats.
Like the vastness of the fields and the endless sight, where the sky is just
six inch above the wandering horizon.
I like the thunderstorm battles, and also when the sky tears open.

Yes, we like contrasts – even our cows are black and white!

We` ve got jolly-boats and cutter and tides.
Have got plaices and crabs and harbor odor.
And the cranes and seagulls in salty air.
Sitting at the shore till the wanderlust is calling me.

Oh, herring schools! Oh, weather turns! Oh sea-fire! Oh, end of September!
Oh, storms, which ooze with raving madness! Oh, Frisian mink (= rubber raincoat)! Oh,
rubber boots!

Ach, keep away from me with all your castles and mountains, all the churches for praying, your kitschy palaces, the disgusting charming cities with neat fronts in decorative colours!

Yes, I admit in regard to tasteful buildings, you can trust on your opinion.
You truely have built wonderful cities – at the wrong location!

And keep away from me with your forever blue and the sun that always burns.
You have got the “Till Schweiger” (= German actor with limited talent) of skies who knows just one facial expression.

We have got the biggest sky and the stiffest breezes, the fattest fishes,
the softest meadows, the sharpest shells and the most humid mud flats, where seals snuggle and sheeps copulate on dikes. 
Who ever decided to prepare this land, this cook was so much in love,
that he even oversalted the air!

Our weather comes with flashing blue light and changes quickly;
call it moody, I say it has got temper!

And it draws us to the water like a seagull to the fish-roll.
Over here, it is said: “Butter to the Fish.” (= be serious, be determined, consequent and take action) and because we are used to the weather, “you have to keep your ears stiff” (= be tough /resilient).
If the storms come close, in the gloomiest colours, there won`t be any lament about the weather over here; 
Over here, we have got “Windjammer Parades / Festivals” (German wordplay: Wind+Lament+Parade)!

We have got the biggest sky and the stiffest breezes, the fattest fishes,
the softest meadows, the sharpest shells and the most humid mud flats, where seals snuggle and sheeps copulate on dikes. 
Who ever decided to prepare this land, this cook was so much in love,
that he even oversalted the air!

You hike over hills, many a rock wall along. We ride wandering dunes chasing sunset.
We don`t need to beef about the weather.
The “straw in your heads” (= to be thick as a brick), we have got on our
thatched roofs.
With your “wood in front of the cabin” (Bavarian proverb: to have big
boobs in a dirndl skirt), we have built ships.

Sitting on the sand banks till dawn, always thinking of the wind
that is also just sky who has the heart to have skin contact.
  
Yes, I like this harshness, the grey, the roughness, the land and the people, the open Blue, the beach at the edge of the never-ending waters. 
Like the cows and the dikes with sheeps made out of cotton.
Like the dunes, the softness of the sleeping mud flats.
Like the vastness of the fields and the endless sight, where the sky 
is located six inch above the wandering horizons.
And no matter how often I am drawn to remote places while traveling,
a stiff breeze is carrying my heart back.

Land between the Seas (= North Sea and Baltic Sea), even the trees bow to…You are the true reason, why compass needles point towards North!
 

Please, scroll down for visiting the gallery of images, if you like.

IN DEUTSCH….

Du sagst:

Norden, das sei doch dieser Ort langweiliger Landschaft, durchsetzt von
hässlichen Städten in ewigem Regen.
Nichtssagende Wiesen, irgendwo im Nebel gelegen, da sei das Bestreben
vergebens, sich nicht dem Nass zu ergeben, da sei man stets von Kälte,
von Klämme und Stürmen umgeben.

Und ich sag dann:

Komm, nimm deine Navigationsinstrumente.
Stell deinen Blickwinkel neu ein.
Deine Kleider sollen fortan aus Seemannsgarn sein.
Wirf deine Netzhäute aus, um zwischen den Wellen nach neuen
Sichtweisen zu fischen.
Noch das Fernglas in die richtige Einstellung bringen, damit deine Augen
Lieder zu singen beginnen, stechen wir in See-Schärfe, um den Blick frei
zu machen.
Denn was ich am Norden so mag, ist schlicht das, was du anklagst im
andren Blickwinkel betrachtet.

Denn ich mag dieses Herbe, das Graue, das salzige Raue, das Wasser,
den Nebel, den prasselnden Regen, die wogenden Meere, die drohenden
Gebärden des Wetters, wenn Wolkenturmhöhen den Himmel beschatten.
Mag das Gefühl, mich von Sturmböen beuteln zu lassen.
Mag die Kühe und Deiche mit Schafen aus Watte.
Mag die Dünen, das Weiche der schlafenden Watten.
Mag die Weite der Felder und den endlosen Blick, wo der Himmel nur
eine Handbreit über den wandernden Horizonten liegt.
Ich mag die Unwetterschlachten, und auch wenn endlich wieder der
Himmel aufreißt.

Ja, wir mögen Kontraste, selbst unsre Kühe sind schwarz-weiß.

Wir haben Jollen und Kutter und Ebbe und Flut.
Haben Schollen und Krabben und Hafengeruch. Und die Kräne und
Möwen in salziger Luft.
Am Ufer sitzen, bis das Fernweh mich ruft.
Oh Heringsschwärme, oh Wetterwende, oh Meeresleuchten, oh
Septemberende, oh Stürme, die vor Tobsucht triefen oh Friesennerz,
oh Gummistiefel!

Ach, bleib mir weg mit all euren Burgen und Bergen, all den Kirchen zum Beten, eure kitschigen Schlösser, den abscheulich schönen Städten mit diesen schmucken Fassaden in den schmückenden Farben.

Ja, Ich gebe es zu, in Bezug auf geschmackvolle Gebäude kann man eurem Urteil vertrauen. Ihr habt wahrlich ganz bezaubernde Städte – am falschen Ort gebaut.

Und bleibt mir weg mit eurem ewigen Blau, und der Sonne, die ewig brennt. Ihr habt den Till Schweiger der Himmel, weil er nur einen Gesichtsausdruck kennt.

Wir haben den größten Himmel und die steifste Brise, die dicksten Fische
und die weichsten Wiesen, die spitzesten Muscheln und die feuchtesten
Watten, wo Seehunde kuscheln und sich Schafe auf Deichen begatten.
Wer auch immer beschloss, dieses Land zuzubereiten, dieser Koch war
so verliebt, sogar die Luft ist versalzen.

Ihr wandert auf Hügeln, manche Felswand entlang. Wir reiten Wanderdünen in Richtung Sonnenuntergang.

Haben es einfach nicht nötig, übers Wetter zu meckern. Das Stroh in euren Köpfen haben wir auf den Dächern. Aus eurem Holz vor der Hütten, haben wir Schiffe gebaut. Sitzen auf Sandbänken bis der Morgen graut. Immer daran denkend, dass Wind auch nur Himmel ist, der sich Hautkontakt traut.


Ja, ich mag dieses Herbe, das Graue, das Raue, das Land und die Menschen, das offene Blaue, den Strand an den Grenzen des nicht endenden Wassers.
Mag die Kühe und Deiche mit Schafen aus Watte.
Mag die Dünen, das Weiche der schlafenden Watten.
Mag die Weite der Felder und den endlosen Blick, wo Himmel eine
Handbreit über dem wandernden Horizonten liegt.


Unser Wetter kommt mit Blaulicht, und es wechselt geschwind,
nenn du es ruhig launisch, ich sag es hat Temperament.

Und es zieht uns zum Wasser wie eine Möwe zum Fischbrötchen.
Hier heißt es „Butter bei die Fische“, und weil wir an Wetter gewöhnt
sind, heißt es „Ohren steif halten“, sollten die Stürme auch nahen, in
den düstersten Farben, hier gibt es kein Klagen übers Wetter,
hier gibt´s Windjammerparaden!

Wir haben den größten Himmel und die steifste Brise, die dicksten Fische
und die weichsten Wiesen, die spitzesten Muscheln und die feuchtesten
Watten, wo Seehunde kuscheln und sich Schafe auf Deichen begatten.
Wer auch immer beschloss, dieses Land zuzubereiten, dieser Koch war
so verliebt, sogar die Luft ist versalzen.

Ja, ich mag dieses Schroffe, das Raue, das Land und die Menschen, das
offene Blaue, den Strand an den Grenzen des nicht endenden Wassers.
Mag die Kühe und Deiche mit Schafen aus Watte.
Mag die Dünen, das Weiche der schlafenden Watten.
Mag die Weite der Felder und den endlosen Blick, wo Himmel eine
Handbreit über dem wandernden Horizonten liegt.
Und egal, wie oft es mich auf Reisen und in weit entfernt gelegene
Gegenden zieht, eine steife Brise trägt mein Herz stetig zurück.

Land zwischen den Meeren, vor dem sich sogar die Bäume verneigen,
du bist der wahre Grund, warum Kompassnadeln nach Norden zeigen!

Mag die Dünen, das
Weiche der schlafenden Watten.
Mag die Weite der Felder und den endlosen Blick, wo der Himmel nur
eine Handbreit über den wandernden Horizonten liegt.
Ich mag die Unwetterschlachten, und auch wenn endlich wieder der
Himmel aufreißt.

Ja, wir mögen Kontraste, selbst unsre Kühe sind schwarz-weiß.

Wir haben Jollen und Kutter und Ebbe und Flut.
Haben Schollen und Krabben und Hafengeruch. Und die Kräne und
Möwen in salziger Luft.
Am Ufer sitzen, bis das Fernweh mich ruft.
Oh Heringsschwärme, oh Wetterwende, oh Meeresleuchten, oh
Septemberende, oh Stürme, die vor Tobsucht triefen, oh Friesennerz,
oh Gummistiefel!
Unser Wetter kommt mit Blaulicht, und es wechselt geschwind,
nenn du es ruhig launisch, ich sag es hat Temperament.

Und es zieht uns zum Wasser wie eine Möwe zum Fischbrötchen.
Hier heißt es „Butter bei die Fische“, und weil wir an Wetter gewöhnt
sind, heißt es „Ohren steif halten“, sollten die Stürme auch nahen, in
den düstersten Farben, hier gibt es kein Klagen übers Wetter,
hier gibt´s Windjammerparaden!

Wir haben den größten Himmel und die steifste Brise, die dicksten Fische
und die weichsten Wiesen, die spitzesten Muscheln und die feuchtesten
Watten, wo Seehunde kuscheln und sich Schafe auf Deichen begatten.

Wer auch immer beschloss, dieses Land zuzubereiten, dieser Koch war
so verliebt, sogar die Luft ist versalzen.

Ja, ich mag dieses Schroffe, das Raue, das Land und die Menschen, das
offene Blaue, den Strand an den Grenzen des nicht endenden Wassers.
Mag die Kühe und Deiche mit Schafen aus Watte.
Mag die Dünen, das Weiche der schlafenden Watten.
Mag die Weite der Felder und den endlosen Blick, wo Himmel eine
Handbreit über dem wandernden Horizonten liegt.
Und egal, wie oft es mich auf Reisen und in weit entfernt gelegene
Gegenden zieht, eine steife Brise trägt mein Herz stetig zurück.

Land zwischen den Meeren, vor dem sich sogar die Bäume verneigen,
du bist der wahre Grund, warum Kompassnadeln nach Norden zeigen!

A FEW NORTH GERMAN IMPRESSIONS

North German proverb: There is no bad weather but inappropriate clothing.
North Sea
A Stiff Breeze
Bildergebnis für sturm norddeutschland
Early morning light in the Geest landscape (Nether Saxony, coastal moorlands)
Offshore Wind Park in the North Sea
Mecklenburg-Vorpommern
North Frisian Hallig Langeneß (Schleswig-Holstein) during autumn time
Welcoming a thunderstorm, Nordstrand / North Sea Coast
Mud Flat Hiking, North Sea – Cuxhaven / Dunen
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Simply cute!
Holstein Cattle
dike with sheeps – and no sex
Schmuddelwedda (= dirty weather = bad weather) in Hamburg. It`s summertime!
Frisian House with thatched roof, Amrum
Hamburg Landungsbrücken (old harbor)
Hamburg Harbor – Wanderlust
Bildergebnis für airbus altes land hamburg
“Altes Land” and its Lühe dike at the Elbe river opposite to Hamburg
Matjes (Hering) Rolls
List, Sylt
Traditional fire called “Biikebrennen” at the beach of Tinnum, Sylt to say farewell to winter
Kieler Week Festival – Sailing Meeting with a lot of open air concerts and street food
Beach of Sellin, Island Rügen / Baltic Sea
Farmhouse in the “Altes Land” (Old Land) next to Hamburg during cherry blossom time.