To Berlin again, where my youngest son is doing an internship at the Bundestag. Amazed that politicians work so hard! He starts at 8 am, official end is 5 pm, but the evenings are full of meetings, talks, presentations , even in the "Karwoche" before Easter.... he is thrilled. I hope to have the opportunity for some street photography.
Bits and pieces from a photographer cum biologist cum gardener cum musician cum horse breeder
Sunday, 29 March 2015
Friday, 27 March 2015
Plant of the Month : Helleborus
At this time of the year another perennial dominates my garden. It is Helleborus or Lenzrose (spring rose in German) and they are not "bores" at all. Several species and subspecies grow here in abundance. Their favourite area is a very dry place unter a huge Cedrus atlanticus where they seed freely and appear in many different shades. In early spring, we cut off most of the old leaves to give room to the flowers and the new leaves that appear afterwards.
This year we also have a Helleborus niger (Schneerose or snow rose), which strangely is called niger despite being a brillliant white (the seeds are black?) - I planted it a couple of years ago, but it appears irregularly (and never for Christmas, when it should be in flower) .
Helleborus lividans is a fresh green species (Nieswurz) and similar to Helleborus argutifolius, which is another fine species with leaves with serrated edges.
More Hellebores
An update on the Camelllia : Mary Phoebe Taylor is now in full bloom and will hopefully stay that way for the next couple of weeks if the weather stays mild.
Tuesday, 24 March 2015
Incredible India (3) - The train ride to Agra
What are these? Pictures of a railway line? Couldn't I do anything better than shooting pictures through dirty train windows?
I like travelling by train. I get to see the colourful, lively and disorderly backside of cities which usually (in Frankfurt or New York e.g.) gives a nice contrast to the gleaming pretentious forefronts of skyscrapers with glass facades etc. In the end, behind all the facades are erring humans and I prefer chaos to order anyway.
In India - except for Lutyens New Delhi - I have the impression, that all streets only consist of back sides.
On this train ride to Agra, I put the shutter speed on 1/1000 sec, shot happily through the window and produced my own little series of "Sibylle's Tuesday morning street views".
Can you see the little dots in the picture above? These are humans, males, squatting down in the open countryside with bared buttocks. Apparently up to 600 Mio. Indians don't have access to a toilet and resort to what is called "open defecation". Apart from the hygienic question, many tourists travel this route from Delhi to Agra on this train - is this really, what they want their visitors to see, to take home from India?
Waste is similarly carelessly thrown out in the open - roaming cows and pigs eat the organic stuff, but plastic waste decorates many open spaces.
this branch of the Yamuna is so heavily polluted that I preferred to turn the picture into black&white
producing heating material from cow dung
incremental improvement; and who needs doors anyway?
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But tell me: Where do the women go?
Incredible India (2)
On a more upbeat tone, this is about the Taj Mahal (more here ..)
I visited Agra for the third time and each time has been different. While last time we came in the early morning mist in a magical and mystic spirit, this time it seemed more like a colourful, open and friendly summer outing visiting an old cherished aunt. But we always stand completely in awe at this magnificent, beautiful and extremely elegant building with those fine marble carvings and perfect symmetry.
This time I did not get the classic reflection image as the wind was making ripples on the water surface. However, we were on a weekday and off-season, so the crowds were not too bad.
visitor relaxing on a bench in front of the marble inlay work
Looking for images away from the usual, I found gardeners cleaning out the cosmeas from the plantings and loading them onto a large bullock cart:
And I also found my parakeets on the entrance gate house to the Taj Mahal! Their green feathers make a nice contrast on the red sandstone that most Indian Mughal buildings are made of.
More here ...
Monday, 23 March 2015
Incredible India (1)
We have all seen children begging in the streets of Delhi, knocking on car windows during the red light at a crossing, offering to wash the windshield, carrying babies or doing flicflacs or similar to earn some money. How come, these children live on the streets?
We visited an orphanage run by an NGO, that looks after street children of the Delhi main railway station. What we heard there, made us realize what a cruel and uncaring society exists in modern India, with little value put on the individual.
An amazing boy, about 19 years old (he did not know exactly, because his parents did not keep a record when he was born), was our guide. He had lived on the street for extended periods of time, until he found shelter in the NGOs centre and became a guide for tourists interested in these fates. His dream is to become a professional teacher; he is in high school now. Judging from his resilience, we are sure he will make it. He taught himself English by hanging around tourist spots and trying to talk to tourists. His English was quite perfect, when he told us his story:
At the age of 8 he had run away from home for the first time, from an eastern part of India, to go to Delhi to receive an education. His muslim family wanted him to become a religious scholar, but he did not understand the concept or did not want to learn, was beaten up continuously and finally ran away. He made it to Delhi in two days on a train and lived at the railway station with other kids for half a year, then was picked up by a social worker and sent to an orphanage. There, his father found him and took him back home. He spent some time at home, however, the situation had not changed. He was not able to go to school, was beaten up again and again, and decided to run away once more. Again, he came to Delhi, lived at the railway station with other kids of a similar fate.
The children earn money by pickpocketing and collecting plastic rubbish. They mostly spend it on addictive glue and entertainment like bollywood films. In the darkness of the cinema, they can hang out together and sniff glue. Most of the children have the dream to become an actor or a film maker. As glue addiction is quite toxic to the lungs and skin, their life expectancy is estimated at about 35 years. Obtaining food is not an issue, as it is given out freely at one of the soup kitchens of the Sikh temples.
For reasons of child protection I cannot publish individual portraits. Here, they are having an informal maths lesson on the roof of the building.
Many of the children have run away from home to escape abuse or alcoholic parents or similar, with the dream of making something more of their lives. However, equally disturbing we found the story, that some of the very young children find their way to the orphanage simply by "being lost" by their parents. Apparently, children can get separated from their families during the large festivals - and sometimes it takes months before they are reunited, sometimes never.... maybe we did not understand them correctly, but can you imagine parents, who lose their kids during festivals and don't search for them? Besides running away from home, this seemed to be the second most frequent reason for being in that orphanage.
These are pictures from the soup kitchen of a large Sikh temple in Delhi. Anyone, rich or poor, can come and get a free lunch there or help prepare the food. Every day hundreds of people are fed. The system solely works with donations from generous donors and the Sikh community.
More here: Sikh soup kitchen, Delhi
We visited an orphanage run by an NGO, that looks after street children of the Delhi main railway station. What we heard there, made us realize what a cruel and uncaring society exists in modern India, with little value put on the individual.
An amazing boy, about 19 years old (he did not know exactly, because his parents did not keep a record when he was born), was our guide. He had lived on the street for extended periods of time, until he found shelter in the NGOs centre and became a guide for tourists interested in these fates. His dream is to become a professional teacher; he is in high school now. Judging from his resilience, we are sure he will make it. He taught himself English by hanging around tourist spots and trying to talk to tourists. His English was quite perfect, when he told us his story:
At the age of 8 he had run away from home for the first time, from an eastern part of India, to go to Delhi to receive an education. His muslim family wanted him to become a religious scholar, but he did not understand the concept or did not want to learn, was beaten up continuously and finally ran away. He made it to Delhi in two days on a train and lived at the railway station with other kids for half a year, then was picked up by a social worker and sent to an orphanage. There, his father found him and took him back home. He spent some time at home, however, the situation had not changed. He was not able to go to school, was beaten up again and again, and decided to run away once more. Again, he came to Delhi, lived at the railway station with other kids of a similar fate.
The children earn money by pickpocketing and collecting plastic rubbish. They mostly spend it on addictive glue and entertainment like bollywood films. In the darkness of the cinema, they can hang out together and sniff glue. Most of the children have the dream to become an actor or a film maker. As glue addiction is quite toxic to the lungs and skin, their life expectancy is estimated at about 35 years. Obtaining food is not an issue, as it is given out freely at one of the soup kitchens of the Sikh temples.
For reasons of child protection I cannot publish individual portraits. Here, they are having an informal maths lesson on the roof of the building.
Many of the children have run away from home to escape abuse or alcoholic parents or similar, with the dream of making something more of their lives. However, equally disturbing we found the story, that some of the very young children find their way to the orphanage simply by "being lost" by their parents. Apparently, children can get separated from their families during the large festivals - and sometimes it takes months before they are reunited, sometimes never.... maybe we did not understand them correctly, but can you imagine parents, who lose their kids during festivals and don't search for them? Besides running away from home, this seemed to be the second most frequent reason for being in that orphanage.
These are pictures from the soup kitchen of a large Sikh temple in Delhi. Anyone, rich or poor, can come and get a free lunch there or help prepare the food. Every day hundreds of people are fed. The system solely works with donations from generous donors and the Sikh community.
More here: Sikh soup kitchen, Delhi
Saturday, 14 March 2015
India - oder: Aller guten Dinge sind drei !
Tomorrow I will be off to the third conference this year and another Asia tour - to Delhi with a short (or probably not so short) daytrip to Agra on Tuesday and the Taj Mahal.
My last adventure in 2008 to the Taj involved my daughter fainting in the very long queue at the entrance before six in the morning, where we waited in line to see the sunrise... they offered her a wheelchair and by some friendly and compassionate guards, we were allowed in before the rest of the crowd! So we watched the sunrise with not too many visitors around.
I hope to meet the parakeets and chipmunks of Qtab Minar again.....
... and expect to come back laden with colourful shawls and fabrics and bring home some of the sweet warm Indian scents.
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Tuesday, 10 March 2015
Never delete a picture before you have seen it on a large screen
I usually don't delete any pictures before I have seen them on my large computer screen at home. However, on this safari, I had made several pictures where the driver's head in front of me had gotten into the picture, when I was following an animal with my lens, and I deleted those in RAW. The D800 and 810 each have two card slots. I photograph everything in RAW on a fast CF card and save an additional version as small jpeg on a large SD card. When I went through my safari picture yield after my return home, I found this series of very strange pictures. Fortunately, I had still kept them on the second backup SD card.
I was trying to get a picture of a leaping impala by panning which is not easy with the long heavy lens. A bird flies behind the impala....
getting closer...
What is this bird planning? Trying to hitchhike a ride? Learning how to gallop? Using the back of the impala as a jumping board? Practising some artistic maneuver?
Unfortunately, in between the two pictures, the ranger's head got in. On the next picture, the bird is up in the air and away.
I did get some better panning pictures of a speeding impala, though.
and some funny ones of Impalas in rut, dancing and jumping around each other in playful fun. A great sight!
I was trying to get a picture of a leaping impala by panning which is not easy with the long heavy lens. A bird flies behind the impala....
getting closer...
What is this bird planning? Trying to hitchhike a ride? Learning how to gallop? Using the back of the impala as a jumping board? Practising some artistic maneuver?
Unfortunately, in between the two pictures, the ranger's head got in. On the next picture, the bird is up in the air and away.
I did get some better panning pictures of a speeding impala, though.
and some funny ones of Impalas in rut, dancing and jumping around each other in playful fun. A great sight!
Two fabulous days of safari ...
I spent two nights in a lodge in the Sabi Sands area in South Africa. The reserve is only a one hour flight from Johannesburg and shares a boundary with and is open to Kruger National Park. It is famous for its leopard sightings - the whole reserve has over 100 leopards.
This young strong male leopard had entered the lion's territory. Two large male lion brothers were watching him from the distance. In this moment , when I took the picture, the leopard had seen the lions and we were waiting for something to happen. However, all cats stayed calm, the leopard decided to make a large detour around the area where the lion were sitting and watching. Lion and leopard hate each other because they compete for food.
We had seen the two lion brothers, who each have large prides, at an earlier occasion at a water hole.
Here one in black and white to evoke the era of Karen Blixen. One of my favourite films is "Out of Africa" with Meryl Streep and Robert Redford.
There are other leopards too ...
Many more safari pictures are here and in my flickr album .
This young strong male leopard had entered the lion's territory. Two large male lion brothers were watching him from the distance. In this moment , when I took the picture, the leopard had seen the lions and we were waiting for something to happen. However, all cats stayed calm, the leopard decided to make a large detour around the area where the lion were sitting and watching. Lion and leopard hate each other because they compete for food.
We had seen the two lion brothers, who each have large prides, at an earlier occasion at a water hole.
Here one in black and white to evoke the era of Karen Blixen. One of my favourite films is "Out of Africa" with Meryl Streep and Robert Redford.
There are other leopards too ...
Many more safari pictures are here and in my flickr album .
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