really yourself

"It's out there at sea that you are really yourself."

-Vito Dumas

Skywatch Friday - MySundayPhoto




Softness triumphs over hardness, feebleness over strength. What is more malleable is always superior over that which is immoveable. This is the principle of controlling things by going along with them, of mastery through adaptation.

- Laozi

Floral Friday - MySundayPhoto

These are buds of a clematis.


HRH Xenia


Excellence is not a skill, it's an attitude.

- Ralph Marston


My North - never seen before

"To the attentive eye, each movement of the year has it's own beauty, and in the fame field it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before and which shall never be seen again." 

-   Ralph Waldo Emerson

This time of the year with all it's fresh and crispy greens and the glowing yellow of the raps fields around us here in My North is so full of joy and hope. 

Wish you all a great long weekend, dear friends!! 

cordially yours, Isabella 


Earth Day Every Day


 “Nature never hurries: atom by atom, little by little, she achieves her work. The lesson one learns from yachting or planting is the manners of Nature; patience with the delays of wind and sun, delays of the seasons, bad weather, excess or lack of water.”

 —Ralph Waldo Emerson

Let's celebrate every day a World Earth Day !! 


The Solution of the Riddle


“Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.” 

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit


Frohe Ostern !! "Alban Eiler" und ein Osterlied

..."Am 21. März wurde von den Kelten das Vogelfest »Alban Eiler« gefeiert. Dieses Fest markierte den Beginn des Frühlings. Traditionsgemäß ging das Volk von der Morgendämmerung bis zum Vormittag hinaus, um auf die Rückkehr der Zugvögel zu warten. Wenn dies erfolgreich war, wurde in der Gewißheit des angebrochenen Frühlings anschließend geschmaust und gefeiert. Die heutige Verbindung von Eiern und Küken mit dieser Zeit ist ein Überrest der druidischen Beziehung." ....


Die Glocken läuten das Ostern ein
In allen Enden und Landen,
Und fromme Herzen jubeln darein:
Der Lenz ist wieder erstanden!

Es atmet der Wald, die Erde treibt
Und kleidet sich lachend in Moose,
Und aus den schönen Augen reibt
Den Schlaf sich erwachend die Rose.

Das schaffende Licht, es flammt und kreist
Und sprengt die fesselnde Hülle;
Und über den Wassern schwebt der Geist
Unendlicher Liebesfülle.

Adolf Böttger, 1815 - 1870


A sudden Softness - #MySundayPhoto


Early Spring

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,

hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees. 

Rainer Maria Rilke




“The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.” 

― Cornelia Funke, Inkheart


Skywatch Friday - MySundayPhoto

more memories from this lovely island tagged with: Insel Sylt  


My SundayPhoto(s) - Blessed Be


"Equal dark, equal light
Flow in Circle, deep insight
Blessed Be, Blessed Be
The transformation of energy!
So it flows, out it goes
Three-fold back it shall be
Blessed Be, Blessed Be
The transformation of energy!"

-   Night An'Fey


My Sunday Photo - she spins gray thrums


Gray Thrums

Which is the cosiest voice,
The piping droning noise
When the kettle hums,
Or this little old-fashioned wheel
Spinning gray thrums?

Gray thrums! What wheel, you ask,
Turns at such pleasant task
With a soft whirr?
Why, the one in pussy's throat
That makes her purr.

Listen the rippling sound,
And think how round and round
The spindle goes,
As the drowsy thread she spins
Drowsily grows.

What will she do with it
When it is finished? Knit
Some mittens new?
Or shuttle it, and weave cloth
As weavers do?

A funny idea that,
A spinning wheel in a cat!
Yet how it hums!
Our puss is gray, so of course
She spins gray thrums.

Clara Doty Bates, 1835 - 1895

Happy Birthday Xenia !! 

 today we celebrate the 13th Birthday of our loveliest spinner ever. 


Fine Art Snails 2018 Calendar - NEW!!!


Fine Art Snails 2018 Calendar !!

My new Fine Art Snail Calendar 2018 is now available !!! Everywhere in Europe !!
Celebrate every month of the new year with one of these twelve funny and so beautifully photographed snails. Cute little moments to open your sense for the magical world of small things around us. For the 3st time in the publishing commercially available, very soon to be ordered at the following link -> Calvendo Publisher

CALVENDO has chosen this calendar for its Gold Edition.

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My Sunday Photo - Today


We cannot express the light in nature because we have not the sun. 
We can only express the light we have in ourselves. 

- Arthur Dove

Today Spring arrived at us, sunny and warm weather
and crocuses everywhere - isn't life beautiful !!

Wish you all a lovely March. 

xx, isabella


The two cat photo shooting


it's not really easy with my two top models - one of my girls, Xenia (the dark one) don't like if I put a camera in front of her, but our little sunshine Coralie (the creamy one) had such a great attitude and love posing for here Mommy. And the both love each other - so we rock it!! 
Read more tips about photograph your sweet cat under ... 

Today I choose life


Today I choose life. Every morning when I wake up I can choose joy, happiness, negativity, pain... To feel the freedom that comes from being able to continue to make mistakes and choices - today I choose to feel life, not to deny my humanity but embrace it. 

- Kevyn Aucoin


MySundayPhoto - affinity


There is an organic affinity between joyousness and tenderness, 
and their companionship in the saintly life need in no way occasion surprise. 

- William James


Park Poesie



Wehmütiges Zwiegespräch

Im alten, einsamen Park inmitten
Sind zwei Gestalten vorübergeschritten.

Ihre Augen sind tot, ihre Lippen verdorrt,
Und man vernimmt kaum noch ihr Wort.

Im alten, vereisten Park verloren,
Haben zwei Schatten Vergangnes beschworen.

"Ist's nicht wie Erinn'rung an Rausch und Glück?"
– Was rufst du das alles in mir zurück? –

"Schlägt dein Herz noch immer für mein's allein?
Siehst du mich noch immer im Traume dort?" – Nein. –

"O Tage: wie selig und schön. Unsäglich
Süß fand Mund sich zu Mund." – Ist möglich. –

"Wie groß war die Hoffnung und der Himmel wie blau!"
– Die Hoffnung sank – der Himmel ward grau. –

So gingen sie hin, wo das Windgras rauscht;
Nichts – nur die Nacht hat ihr Wort erlauscht.

Paul Verlaine, 1844 - 1896

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