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Bees on our White Lavender

11 Jul

Every year, dozens of bees and bumblebees are collecting nectar and pollen on our white lavender. Now is that time again. The above photo was a lucky shot. My lens is not really suited for macro photography. But in this image all the details of the insect are clearly visible, whereas the surrounding has a nice bokeh effect, created by¬†motion blur and depth of field. So here we go, another bee joins¬†the “flower devils” photo series.

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Foetid Devil

8 Mar

Foetid Devil

Common Carder Bee (Bombus pascuorum), on Stinking Hellebore (Helleborus foetidus) flower

-> Flower Devils

Beginning of Spring

8 Mar

Snowdrops and Garden Bench Weight of Ice

Meteorological beginning of spring, different perspectives

Schnee von gestern

24 Jan

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I took the photos yesterday, fascinated by the contrasts and white spaces that function as a visual divider in the compositions of the images. Some people are afraid of empty spaces. In visual art, horror vacui (from Latin “fear of empty space”), also kenophobia, (from Greek “fear of the empty”), is the filling of the entire surface of a space or an artwork with detail. (see¬†https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horror_vacui)

I am thankful for any gap, any empty space. The white of the snow has a calming, purifying effect on me. Sadly it’s already gone. Literal snows of yesteryear.

Winter Walk: Sacred Thorn Grove, January’s Mysteries and the Bloody Tears of the Cherry Tree Sisters

14 Jan

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Steady-paced I walk up the hill. The air is pleasantly cold. It clears the mind and disperses my headache. I am not freezing. The road I’m walking up is called Am Kirschberg, literally meaning “by the cherry mountain”. The field to the left is covered with a thin layer of snow. The dark frozen soil is sticking out of the white. Ploughing traces create zen like,¬†eye-dazzling patterns. At the end of the long stretched field¬†the view is clearing up towards town. Over the¬†horizon line¬†a¬†narrow golden band illuminates the sky. Above me are grey clouds. I am planning on a short walk, but my legs carry me in a different direction…

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Atop a stone wall¬†by the castle, I find the wormwood has not entirely¬†fallen¬†victim to the frost. Next to¬†fading foliage, fresh silvery green leaves are sprouting forth. I gather a few of them, enough for a small winter herb bundle to hang up at home. When dried, it will empower¬†necromantic incense blends. Looking across the river valley, remnants of snow are showing¬†between leafless¬†trees and dark rocks. The sky is an eyeful and I would enjoy the silence, if it wasn’t for cars flashing past¬†on¬†a mint-green autobahn bridge.

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The Thorn Grove in Winter

The way down is frozen over and I hold¬†onto¬†the rusty handrail in order to not slip and fall. People¬†coming my way do not greet me and I do not greet them either. Halfway down the hill, I arrive at the thorn grove. The path up there¬†leads through¬†leafless hawthorn trees growing in all directions. A jay sitting in the branches looks at me but does not fly off. Cautiously I venture on.¬†The ground¬†is muddy and slippery. Most of the snow at this side of the hill has melted. By the rocks I find another wormwood plant and spot a bird’s nest near where the jay had been. I am looking around, breathing¬†the fresh winter air, trying to focus¬†my myopic eyes on the distance. I think of none. It¬†is a good place for the soul.

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Above, the hawthorn thicket is overgrown by raspberry and wild rose. To the right¬†there are young blackthorn shrubs. Their thorns are long and sharp. The young twigs are flexible¬†and make the best thorn-crowns. Further uphill, there is another areal of high-grown hawthorn trees, partly covered in ivy. It’s bordering at a property and the allotment gardens are close. One is likely to meet passersby¬†here. But a magician knows to use the gaps and at night the place¬†is dead silent. Today, however, I am only a passerby myself.

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A Thin White Veil upon the Field

I’m on my way home, stopping now and then, intrigued by¬†the formations of clouds and the golden light of the sun further afar. A¬†skein¬†of geese is on its way¬†southwards. Passing by wild cherry trees lining the field, I search¬†their stems¬†for resin¬†and at last find¬†a group of three tall and slender trees, the base dripping with soft, blood-red gum. I memorize the spot and proceed, faster now. I have to watch my steps. The trail is akin to an ice rink.

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At the birch tree, I stop once more. From here the field looks softer…

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The birch is a pioneer, a tree of new beginnings and the first to come back after complete devastation. The birch profits from death and desolation, but it also paves the way for others to follow and thrive. Beith is for birch, the tree of January, the door opener.

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Remnants of snow on the¬†barren field, remind of the birch’s torn bark.¬†It starts raining and continues to do so. The next day the snow will be gone.

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The Blood-Red Resin Tears of the Cherry Tree Sisters

Returning to the cherry trees, the resin is moist from the rain water and easy to scrap off. I collect a jar full, which I later place on the heat. The resin dries and hardens quickly. In its soft state it is sticky and a yellow golden color. It smells remotely of ripe cherries and of caramel, when burnt. In German it is also known as Katzengold, literally “cat’s gold”, and¬†used for¬†sweetening cough tea. In my worship,¬†I employ the dark red resin tears for Naamah¬†and other female entities. In their harvest, take care to not take everything and leave some behind for the spirits, along with offerings for the guardians of the trees. Physical gifts are symbolical and¬†in order, but they count none without¬†respect and patience. The latter are the¬†true sacrifice. The trees will remember your signature and recognize you next time you approach them.

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I am thankful. The thought had crossed my mind to scar the trees in order to gather their resin. But I have not done so. Therefor I am blessed.

Concerning the Wood Wide Web: http://www.bbc.com/earth/story/20141111-plants-have-a-hidden-internet

Tree Lights

1 Jan

Last photos for 2014, first post for 2015 –¬† I‚Äôm still sick but went for a short walk on New Year’s Eve and took the camera with me. I‚Äôve always enjoyed experimenting with long exposure times and flashlight at night. Especially when not feeling well, this always had an uplifting effect on me.

See also: https://wiebkerost.com/2014/01/18/natures-church/

Thanks so much to my followers and supporters!

All the best for 2015!

Sunny December Morning

15 Dec

I was told this was going to be a beautiful day. It was so nice to be up early, enjoying a cup of coffee and seeing the flowers and shrubs in the front yard lit up and warmed by the sun.