sharing the same blood

less than one month ago happiness has come to our family. my little brother heart and his wife have welcomed this gorgeous baby girl to the world. she will make our world an even more beautiful place to be one day. she has this calming gaze, looking around, observing and enjoying the calm. her mama - my sister in law - is Peruvian, so we are all very excited about how our baby girl will look like as she grows. her hair still seems coal black as mamas, skin bright as my brothers, eyes seem to become dark brown honey. but she looks just like my brother when he was a newborn baby - the most favourite and handsome little fellow in the whole newborn station in the hospital. i can't help - i already picture her as this little girl playing with her pigtails, this beautiful young teenage girl in a skirt, then a young woman, with all these cultural influences and love around her. another daughter of the goddess nature in our family. you should see the look of her eyes..

meet Elea Violetta. my lithuanian german peruvian inca, european latin american niece, already the favourite of her four aunts. i love her to the moon and back.

ps: oh, and now i just HAVE to go to Peru! what a beautiful reasonable need ,-)

f e e l h o m e

the ones who know me a little bit also know how much home, coziness and hospitality means to me. like those little details - seashells on the window ledge, found drift wood and branches together with grandma' flea market pictures hanging on my walls, blanket patterns and a cup of tea each hour... all in a very certainly organised happy mess. rethinking what home actually means to me is a very frequent topic on my mind. when you move several times, change countries, leave family or, after all, brake up with people in whose arms you were feeling so warm and peaceful -like home-, after you go through all that circle a few times i guess it becomes natural, that practical and philosophical questions arise and wait to be stilled with an answer for that one little while. for me as a child of migrations this topic is a huge thing and never off the table. nevertheless there are those two battling sides of mine - the shelter craving snail versus the butterfly jumping from one flower colour to another to whom the whole meadow is his home. the butterfly still wins the most of those battles.

up till this day the places i stay in - even for years - still tend to feel like stations. nonetheless i feel this grand wish arising to start putting the first stone down for a place to call my home, and a place to come back to. i'm still very much on a silent slow search, but i can't wait till the day i find this right piece of land - close to the ocean, surrounded by trees, with space and blankets for best visitors, and candles at calm rhythm dinners. a place i feel safe, warm and peaceful in.

now even thought i don't know how to define this upcoming sentence do that anyway - call up your mom or dad or your best mate, for in their warmest voices one will always find home.

* the photos are from my best friends place a few weeks ago. a place i can always feel so safe and cozy in *

if you don't bother just tell me what you think about the definition of  h o m e, even on a comment bellow. i would like to have more words to describe this feeling with.

how to trick spring (or lets look back at Lisbon in August)

officially it is spring. officially it is almost May. but nature's rules somewhere on a spot in the middle of the North Sea are different. everything's postponed. but for divine spring time blossoming there's even less hope because the island hast very little trees. so sadly i guess i'll have to pass on a true cherry blossom smell fields this year. people posting pictures of magnolia, tulips, cherry all over the web is like a fresh-fruity-colour-bomb-lolly in an adults hand somewhere up there and i'm this tiny girl too small to reach it. so here's my little ode to spring - blossom impressions of last Augusts Lisbon trip where luckily i was invited to photograph a dear friends wedding. and a few shots of Lisbon city with it's people. the blossoms might be all the same in the pictures but i'm quite ok with the repetitive subject - i'm hungry to dive into these blossoms! and stay in them for a few days, till i'm lush like a bee in honey. enjoy spring the ones who have it!

Agnese fro Latvia. Such a happy blossom person.

I met this fellow on the train - life loving young fellow working on a cruise ship or something. he was from USA and chose to work on a ship just to go round the world, see places and meet people while working. i spotted him at the train station as it was impossible to oversee (rather over-sence) his inner shining. he sat down next to me on the ride and we talked about travel and live for a half an hour. he was eighteen and so strong and smart. i hope he's doing fine where ever he might be. 

at my stay i enjoyed watching this little oasis while wind blowing the leaves all over the place.

little San Francisco Lisbon is - the colours, the sun, the hills, and so much more not seen in these photos.

Lisbon good night.

"Lord Arlen's Wife"

this one shot above is one of my very favourite shots i've done. it is so mysterious, so full of witchcraft and feminine magic, and yet so childlike, simple, dreamy. back in september after months of traveling i was finally in Bochum and spontaneously decided to use the still green trees and bright sun around. gladly my friend Tinki had some time and so we could play around.

yet it took me a bit of a time to finally set the right colours and give a kind of a name to this series. once i heard this beautiful folk song called "Matty Groves" sung by one of my favourite singers Alela Diane. when you listen to the words you can sense a kind of a dark passion of a woman who is slightly immature yet very aware of her power of attraction. after singing the lyrics and melody myself it was kind of set - meet Tinki incorporating Lord Arlen's Wife from the song.

thank you very much Tinki - you are so photogenic, so patient and so transformative in your body expression! i'd so go for another shooting if i wasn't that far away over seas right now "_"

Boys from the North

last week something nice happened. as a result of wind knots, opening hours and the speed of taken steps it meant to happen. two boys with their little sailing boat from the Norway fiords had to make a stop in Helgoland till the wind and storm passes the island. they got stuck in here for a week which led to some nice dinners, funny talks and sunset watching. now listen to this while you keep on reading and scroll down for a little iphone and camera photo mix.

here's a little fact. in Norway, or at least some parts, people actually say 'Helgoland!' as a gentle creative replacement for their word 'Helveta' which means hell. as it is a swearword the elderly ones try to protect the children like that, of course. i find it simply bizarre - the name of this one tiny one kilometre small island to be used somewhere in Scandinavia all the time for this noble (well..) reason. b i z a r r e .

* moon over the ocean *

now i'm following these two on their journey down to the Mediterranean Sea for another few months on facebook. just to add a little personal pinch to all this story - sometimes some things happen at the most needed moment, this was the case for me. dearest boys from the north - thank you so much for your company! you both reminded me of dear things for my heart.