The moon is a friend


Mooon an mist over the forest

There are nights when the wolves are silent

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.  Carl Sandburg


Keep oneness in motion and in quietness

Stacked rocks - view over the fieldsThe stacking of stones is a recent practice, and is probably due to buddhist monks stacking stones, as well, in the past. This practice is probably a form of worshipping, but it’s mainly a gesture of asking or wishing for good fortune to be bestowed on the stacker and his/her family. Each stone within the stack represents a particular wish and possibly, family member.



Sailing season not startet yet

Waiting for the new season

What is time to the river? Only we humans obsess over days and minutes, hours and seasons.

“I can’t control the wind but I can adjust the sail.”  ―  Ricky Skaggs

First frosty morning


Wide open space, wide open soul

Glow in the mist


Through the fairy woods

Torlila–“Many people don’t believe in fairies, but if you look real close they’re always there.”

The mist dissappears

The mist dissappears

This is an old image of mine but as it is raining cats and dogs today I wanted to remind myself of a more joyful morning mood. Autum can be that too. Clear and bright after the mist has disappeared.

Last years snow

last years snow

This year it's far to warm, stormy and wet. Birds are singing and the plants sprouting in January

November Fog

november fog

Fog is low cloud which forms at the surface

Waiting with Calm Patience

Grey Heron

Grey Heron in the morning mist at the river Elbe

Spooky Run

Spook run

Regenerating calmly on a Sunday morning with a mild workout