Let misty autumn be our part

"Pale amber sunlight falls across
The reddening October trees,
That hardly sway before a breeze
As soft as summer: summer's loss
Seems little, dear! on days like these.

Let misty autumn be our part!
The twilight of the year is sweet:
Where shadow and the darkness meet
Our love, a twilight of the heart
Eludes a little time's deceit.

Are we not better and at home
In dreamful Autumn, we who deem
No harvest joy is worth a dream?
A little while and night shall come,
A little while, then, let us dream.

Beyond the pearled horizons lie
Winter and night: awaiting these
We garner this poor hour of ease,
Until love turn from us and die
Beneath the drear November trees.” 

― Ernest Dowson


Golden October day at Magdeburg

October turned my maple's leaves to gold; 
The most are gone now; here and there one lingers; 
Soon these will slip from out the twig's weak hold, 
Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.

Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Water games on the Cathedral Place, Magdeburg. The building at the background with this beautiful golden balls on its roof is the famous Grüne Zitadelle, an Architectural Masterpiece by Friedensreich Hundertwasser. I've posted a series of photos about this fantastic location--> here


Mittag im September


Es hält der blaue Tag
Für eine Stunde auf der Höhe Rast.
Sein Licht hält jedes Ding umfaßt,
Wie man's in Träumen sehen mag:
Daß schattenlos die Welt,
In Blau und Gold gewiegt,
In lauter Duft und reifem Frieden liegt.

- Wenn auf dies Bild ein Schatten fällt! -

Kaum hast du es gedacht,
So ist die goldene Stunde
Aus ihrem leichten Traum erwacht,
Und bleicher wird, indes sie stiller lacht,
Und kühler wird die Sonne in der Runde.

Hermann Hesse

All photos are taken during a lovely Autumn break in South Germany, Baden-Württemberg, Freiburg and Baden-Baden and around.


Delicious Autumn


Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird 
I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. 

- George Eliot

We've a lot of rivers and lakes at our surrounding and thousands of migration birds take a stop there. I've heard the voices of the wanderers often, but they touches my heart again and again. 

September Poem


"The breezes taste 
Of apple peel. 
The air is full 
Of smells to feel- 
Ripe fruit, old footballs, 
Burning brush, 
New books, erasers, 
Chalk, and such. 
The bee, his hive, 
Well-honeyed hum, 
And Mother cuts 
Like plates washed clean 
With suds, the days 
Are polished with 
A morning haze. "

-  John Updike, September


My North - Toewerland



“The world is full of magic things, patiently 
waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” 

― W.B. Yeats

"Toewerland" (means magic land) is an other name for Juist, a very beautiful Frisian Island 
located in the North Sea. This is a view from Juist to the neighbor island Norderney.

Linked up with: 

My North - the only one


“It is only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth – 
and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up – 
that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.”

– Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

Just back from a lovely trip to the beautiful island of Juist, North Sea, where we spend some very relaxing days. Perfect point for calming down and enjoying the healing power of serenity, wind, clouds and sea. 
I wish you all a wonderful Sunday.

xx, Isabella 


My North - it's feeling


“Photography for me is not looking, it’s feeling. If you can’t feel what you’re looking at, 
then you’re never going to get others to feel anything when they look at your pictures.”

— Don McCullin


Mein Norden - die Sprache aller Zeiten


Der Baum, dessen Laub rauscht, die Heide, deren Blüten duften, das ist für mich die große Historie, die unvergänglich ist, wenn ich ihre Sprache richtig spreche, so werde ich die Sprache aller Zeiten sprechen.

Théodore Rousseau 


square or landscape format - I couldn't decide which one I love more. what do you think? 

Have a wonderful and great Sunday dear friends. 

xx,  Isabella 

these photos are taken at the beautiful area of Wilsede, Lüneburg Heath - North Germany




Golddurchflammte Ätherwogen,
Schwerer Äste grüne Bogen,
Süß verwob'ne Träumerei'n…
Sommer, deine warmen Farben,
Helle Blumen, gold'ne Garben
Leuchten mir ins Herz hinein…

In dem Wald, dem dämm'rig düstern,
Hörst du's rauschen, lispeln, flüstern,
Elfenmärchen – Duft und Schaum…?
Blumenkinder nicken leise,
Lauschen fromm der alten Weise
Von des Waldes Sommertraum…


Lisa Baumfeld, 1877 - 1897



The great mistake

I am sure it is a great mistake always to know enough to go in when it rains. 
One may keep snug and dry by such knowledge, but one misses a world of loveliness.

Adeline Knapp


Why do we go away?


“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” 

― Terry Pratchett

I love to take photos with my iPhone during driving in a car - meanwhile my husband is the driver -  and I'm really a #Hipstamatic addict. This App is so creative and inspiring with it's thousands of possibilities.




Every morning was a cheerful 
invitation to make my life of equal
simplicity, and I may say 
innocence, with Nature herself. 

- Henry David Thoureau 

more of my own Black and White 
photography you could find at


Mein Norden - das Gewitter zieht ab


Die Wolken

Seid mir gegrüßt, ihr Wolken!
Allwissende, denn Töchter
Seid ihr des Meers, und wisset
Was alles seine Tiefen
Geheimnißvoll verhüllen;
Und kaum geboren, steiget
Ihr in das Reich der Lüfte,
Und schauet auf den Menschen,
Den die Natur an's Erdreich
Gefesselt hält, hernieder
Aus schwindelhafter Höhe.
Wie euch beliebet, wallet
Nach Osten und nach Westen,
Nach Süden oder Norden
Ihr auf windschnellen Flügeln,
Und sehet Berg' und Thäler
Und Wälder und Gefilde,
Unabsehbare See,
Der Ströme Quell' und Mündung
Mit einem einz'gen Blicke,
Und seht auf Städt' und ihre
Unruhigen Bewohner,
Ameisenhaufen ähnlich,
Mitleidig lächelnd nieder.
Selbst tragt in euerm Schooße
Ihr Sturm, Gewitter, Regen.
Hier schnellt ihr Schlangenblitze,
Gefolgt von lauten Donnern;
Da schüttelt ihr die Wipfel
Erhabner Eichenwälder;
Dort strömt wohlthät'gen Regen
Ihr auf die dürren Felder.
Ihr spielet mit der Sonne,
Dem Monde und den Sternen,
Bald sie in voller Klarheit
Uns Sterblichen hienieden
Darstellend, bald in zarte,
Oft auch in dichte Schleier,
Wie's euch gefällt, sie hüllend.

Elisabeth Kulmann, 1808 - 1825


My North - the Beauty of June



."The beauty of that June day was almost staggering. After the wet spring, everything that could turn green had outdone itself in greenness and everything that could even dream of blooming or blossoming was in bloom and blossom. The sunlight was a benediction. The breezes were so caressingly soft and intimate on the skin as to be embarrassing."

― Dan Simmons

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