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Denmark has a lot to offer. What I will remember the most is the Danes’ casual friendliness, their selection of hot dogs, and the many beautiful meadows.
Another stunning door on some small town main street.
This was our vacation rental, a renovated farm house run by Sabine and Matthias, a lovely couple.
The best place for me, while the sun was rising and setting, was this outdoor setting.
I spent most of my time outdoors. Yes, I am weatherproof. 🙂
Another trip to the Heimat had me take a few shots of the area of Franconia (northern Bavaria) a.k.a. as Beer Country.
sunflower fields lining the roadside
grapes and geraniums on German homes
vegetable patches around the village of Sennfeld
Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.
– Robert Frost –
One of the things I brought back from Japan a long time ago was a new perspective on common items.
The first time I saw spaghetti served like a sandwich on a bread roll in Japan, my thoughts went from culinary shock to sheer amazement. I learned then you could take two common items and put them together in a new form, you’ve got an invention.
The one below is not a new one, but it had been for me at that time. I saw the Japanese housewife trimming pretty blossoms off otherwise dead plants and placing them in water in a color contrasting bowl.
Japanese aesthetics
This is what I did today with a dead bouquet and an antique Imari bowl brought back from Japan. I enjoyed this part of recycling and recreating.
The Story of Imari: The Symbols and Mysteries of Antique Japanese Porcelain
Our forest garden, after almost four weeks of continuous rain, looks a bit like a jungle.
Forest gardening in Germany
Wild flowers, such as lily of the valley are thriving in the permanent shade under the trees, and ferns are coming up in many new spots.
lily of the valley or Maiglöckchen in German
While searching for more photo opportunities, I found this little prisoner below.
A captive lily of the valley
One fallen dead leaf hindered the young leaves from unfolding. What’s worse – I took the photo and then walked away, forgetting to rid the plant of its strangler. My mind was deeply preoccupied with interpreting this situation, with too much focus on confinement, instead of freedom.
My name is Maria Shipley. I live in Oberursel, Germany with my husband, son and daughter. I … Read more
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