On this photo Sjefke is only 3 weeks old and orphan; isn’t he cute? Fortunately he grew quickly and became a friendly cat who liked to play with the dogs. Too bad that he got hit by a car recently: rest in peace.
Since weeks I was looking for them in forests, unfortunately without any success. A few days ago I was driving on a main road when I saw them….a group of fly agarics growing in the grass near the road. The next day I drove back to the place but unfortunately most of the mushrooms were already brown. I found a small group with red in their caps but photographing them was a risky matter and experience as the traffic was passing within one metre with at least 80 km/h. This is the result which I had in mind but with white, frozen, grass so I hope that frost will come again soon.
Today, 22 years ago, the East German Government announced that all GDR citizens could visit West Germany and West Berlin. Crowds of East Germans came to borders and more by accident the East German Government gave the order to open the borders. More and more East and West Germans crossed and climbed onto the wall and everybody was in a celebratory mood. It was a memorable day!
The weeks after, a euphoric public and souvenir hunters chipped away parts of the wall; the governments later used industrial equipment to remove most of the rest. The fall of the Berlin Wall paved the way for German reunification, which was formally concluded on 3 October 1990.
Today is a special day for me as I was born and raised in Berlin (and lived a few hundreds meter from the wall).
When I was a little girl (10 or 11 years old), I regularly visited an old church in Berlin as they organized a lot for children. The stories told in combination with the atmosphere of the building fascinated me and that fascination never disappeared. In the southern part of the Netherlands (where I live now), in the late Middle Ages a lot of small chapels are built which survived the wars. Yesterday, when the light was beautiful and the oaks leaves were red I had no camera with me so this morning I came back. The chapel is very small but it’s a treasure as the quietness and feeling of love for all the lost people captured me…. I felt the connection between life and the meaning of life! What a beautiful day!
Imagine: sitting here and listening to Birdy's 'Skinny Love'. Poetry for lost love & people.
Jibt dir dit Leben mal een Buff, denn weene keene Träne. Lach Dir'n Ast und setz Dir druff und baumle mit de Beene.