A view on Heidelberg from the Philosophers Road/ Philosophenweg






Heidelberg info









Alte Brücke  


Upwards it is called the Philosophers way. A climb along big houses, hidden behind the walls. Hig above it is the philosophers garden. A small oasis, with a magnificant view. No wonder that many philosophers fell in love there.

Downwards it is called the snake road.  Not recommended for who has difficulties with walking. But, between our careful steps, we enjoyed the wonderful views at Heilderbeg and the Old Bridge /Alte Brücke

This is Perkeo . 
Perkeo was a dwarf, only 1 meter high, who was brought to Heidelberg to entertain the people in the castle.



German Aphothecary Museum

Deutsches Apotheken-Museum <– click


Food and Feathers


Black and white

Our travels go with the public services.
Bus, Tram, Train

This trip to Heidelberg was wonderful. Thanks for helping me up again, sweet, wonderful, funny, lovely you!



Photography,  and website by me, HaFri 🙂


A rainy day in the wood.  welcome to the German tropics







and some in black and white, because I love it.


Botanischer Garten Neuss July 23rd 2017

In the middle of the summer, after a few hot days, and a refreshing rain, I made my ritual sunday walk to the botanic garden.

The start was a bit tricky, my camera refused to recognize cthe chipcard and the battery (weird!), but after a few retries we became friends with eachother again.  Here are a few images.  I think I am finding my way in using the Reynox 250mm adapter, but it is up to you to be the real judge.  Enough written,  I let the photos speak


Summer flowers


A bit of black and white

Misc mix


(Fototreff Die Welt der Fotografie)

Background information about Kaiserswerth
Hntergrund Information überHintergrund Information–> Kaiserswerth


Click @ the photos to enlarge
Click auf den Birder zum Vergrößerung

Kugelfotografie / Sphere



Black and white


Photographers posing

Fotografe Hildegard Jesch

Photographers at work 

Photos from and with …

Hugo Hoff Hans-Georg Bender Gisela Bender Sonja Maaßen Hildegard Jesch  Willi Hoyman  Helmut Friedrichs Reinbert Eitz  Rita Peters

Street rain

Rain rain rain,

With  such weather I leave my camera at home.

But, my mobile phone is always in ‚the pocket‘., for moments like this.  A tiny bit of editing, but not much. I am so proud at my mobile phone!

Beautiful Rain


Photoshoot Südstern Freunden 2017

Klick auf die Einzelbilder um sie zu vergrüssern.
Alle Bilder sind auch ohne Tekst/Wasserzeichen lieferbar, schreibe mir einfach an.

Traditionel gibt es beim Sommeranfang eine spontane Fotoshoot von den Südstern Freunde. Ich habe die Ehre dort ein paar Bilder zu schiessen.

Eine gemütliche Stunde mit Menschen mit gute Laune.

Location –  Mauerwerk

Hauptziel dieser shoot… Ein neues Gruppenbild für in der Facebook Gruppe.

Und diese ist es geworden


Und so kam es zum Gruppenbild (er)

And here are the results..
Ein paar EInzelbilder, von den Sternen.






Kopfkino 2

Zusammen macht doppelt Spaß


Zum Schluss noch ein paar BIlder die nicht gut genug sind um wegzuschmeissen, aber wozu wohl, das weißt keiner 🙂

Fotografen fotografiert

Was noch dazu kommt  …  Die Südstern Kalender

HaFri Poetry July 2017

Listening to the voice

(painting by Gabrielle Gubbs(

Today I switched the radio on
As in a dayly routine
I was not thinking what would come
Just building up my daily screen

I took my coffee, and around
I was comfort by the familiar sound
The radio spread its usual noise
And then I realized it was your voice

I stopped for a moment, from sipping my tea
And started to listen what you were telling me
I still could not understand your words
However, I dreamt away at your familiar chords

I do not even know your name
But all the sudden, the magic was here
Sprankling your sound through my ears
And I knew
that nothing, anymore, will be the same

03 07 2017

Painted by Margaret Wilson

I can watch the flowers
For hours and ours
And it might sound silly
Still, I can hear their story

They whisper to me
In invisible communication
TI understand
And I admire your wonderful creation

The painted flowers, I can smell
The magic of their colours touches me so well
A kind of magic, nature is art
We shold not forget, wa are all a part

With all the different colours
We built the patchwork of life
I say it sinsere, without any shame
Without you
Life should not be the same

03-07-2017  HaFri Poetry

Bedroom stories

Poser Creation by Xan
Words by me

When the time is right
When the day dims the light
When your day gently changes
into the darkness of the night

Then come to me

I will whisper in your ear
The stories that you want o hear
It is about passion and fandasy
About dreams, nothing to fear

Draam on

My stories will suit you the most
When your pretty eyes are closed
You are so ready for the night
Too much champagne enclosed

Lay your fantasy
Next to me
It are my stories
That you are going to see

Sweet dreams, my friend
Today will have a happy end
Tomorrow you will not know
If my stories were tuue,
or fantasies, in the end

04 07 2017

There are times, that I am looking for you
But I can not see you, here
I expect something, that you can not give
Because you are there

I talk to you, when I sleep
I talk to you, when I walk in the street
Sometimes my thoughts are deep
Ween I want you, deseperately, to meet

It seems that you are gone
It looks like I am alone
You can’t help it
When I look in a different way

It was so easy, a while ago
When we just could say
Overhere, there I am
Gone is that day

We found another communication
The words made a transformation
I not need to listen to the sound
Your love is everywhere to be found

No longer I can kiss you
Much stronger I do miss you

But we carry on, on with the show
Because as long as the light comes up
There is a reason for living, for giving
As long as the water in the river will flow

05 07 2017

Painting by Peter Blacksmith -Oil on canvas 180 x 120 cm

Sometimes I realize
How hard it is to pay the price
For knowing what I know
And not can letting go

Sometimes I just want to hide
Away from glamour and pride
close the curtains, dim the light
Just me and the shimmering light

Those sometimes mostly disappear
When I, again, am looking clear
Awaking from my dream
Leaving the nightmare in a scream

I leave my body and fly
Nothing to carry, nothing to feel shy
Flying back to the inner me
Proud with what I see

Words by me
06 07 2017

Chopper ride
(poser by Xan)

Chopper ride

How much I did long for you
And now, finally, my dream comes true

You came to me, shining and bright
I knew it, I got the invite
There you stood, sexy and hot
Ready to ride, and I thought, why not

I smiled and touched you with my fingertips
Your roar made me weak around my hips
Baby, I said, you are beautiful, today
You shined ever more, growled that’s okay

I could not hold very much longer
My desire grew stronger
But when I saw you drool
I slowed down, pretending to be cool

One grip at your boiling tank
A pat at your saddle, spank, baby, spank
I gripped you tight
Ready for the ride


Wrapped my legs around you, wow
The touch was too much, I should do it now
I switched your key
You shivered to me

There we go baby, I heard myself say
Before you took me in your arms
The smoke and smell of your greasy charms
Ride the wild wind, hey hey hey

And we were one, that night
Chopper ride

07 07 2017

Painting by Margaret Wilson

the sea
It gives
And it takes

The wind
Through my hair
I wish you were here

The seaguls cry
In their never ending search
For a fresh fish

The air
Smells like salt
Here I want to get old

The sound
Of the waves on the shore
I not need anymore

The lights of the tower
At the port
Is the witness

On .. out
The sky forms
A brand new cloud

And in the meantime
The sea
come back to me

words Hafri 10 07 2017


(painting by Gabrielle Stubbs)

Today I crow for victory
In a special way
We celebrate French Liberty
It is Bastille Day

So much about the history
In the books you can read it
And for who looks close to life today
Will know, that hiistory repeated

We must be alert, to fight the shadow
We can not bow for fear and hate
Unite, stand up and hold the tricolour
It is freedom for what we fight

And when the La Marseillaise plays
We next can sing our own countries glory
Resist, don’t let the darkness win
Love will bring us all victory

Words – HaFri 14 07 2017

There are moments
And they are not a few
That I know that you
Are taking things out of our hands

To get the things sorted oud
And working according to your plans

It was not just a song
That made me go on
And a few days ago
You shared that memory again

A song from the past,
You may call it, from another life
We know it so well
Every chord, I can spell

The memories of the past
Before we drifted apart

You made her remind to me
A shared memory
You made her brushing clean the share
As if you told, you both are still there

We are
Close, but still, very far

Thank you, again, old friend
For your music, that never ends
Thank you, lover of life
For giving me a smile, again

Maybe it is just a little step
But my heart jumped up, pretty loud
Thank you, for giving a sign of hope
Thank you for the share, dear Freddie
Thank you, for where I can not talk about

HaFri – 13 07 2017
For Anne, with hope.

I take life into my hands
I can not wait any longer
Even realizing that I can’t
It will make me feel much stronger

Between what is and what once was
We balance on the thin line
In the present leaving the past
Walking there, where the sun shines

I am only one step away
From what I left behind
And only one step more
To where I want to find

As long as I walk on
I will be strong
As soon as I look back
The danger takes a track

I take life back into my hands
Thinking of you makes me stronger
And remembering the past
I look forward, and walk a bit longer

As long as the line is willing to hold
I will be there
And I will care
I will love you
Words that can not often enough be told

16 07 2017 HaFri

For Harrie

Let’s all stand together
Doodle by Margaret Wilson

Let’s all stand together

Doodle by Margaret Wilson

Sometimes when I face the big bad world
I feel so lonely
I feel so lost

It is not that I want to run away
But what I want
Seems so far

I feel so helpless, when I see things happen
Things that I can not change
But so desperately want to, need to

At those moments
The tears run free
My heart cries, for me
My heart cries for you
What to do

Then, when the tears are fading away
There is some light, between the grey
Your shoulder, the glimpse in your eyes
Make me realize

That we are not alone
That I love you
Friends will be friends
And nothing else, really does matter
Because, in the end
We all stand together

17 07 2017  HaFri Poetry

Jerusalem 2017

Painting by Gabrielle Stubbs

Jerusalem 2017

My heart cries
With every shot
My heart cries
For too many blood

No matter who you are
No matter at what side of the wall
We are all God’s people
We do not differ so much at all

SO much hate, human create
That we can not trust each other
Some may say, far away
But it is too close, not to bother

There is no solution in fight
There is no wrong, because there is no right
Only humanity is real
The tears that I feel

My heart cries
For the beautiful people
Who are blind
And of who their calculating leaders
Tell, tell that there is no solution to find

That is a burtol lie
Because when we start to understand eachother
Then the differens do not bother
And all who cares
are you and I

22 07 2017 HaFri


After the rain has gone
The drops are not aware
That they were the last ones

After the rain has gone
The drops might fade away
They are waiting
In their endless duty

Until their time has come
After the rain has gone

23 07 2017

At the very end
When no one is getting in
Where we look back
To passing traces
Of memories, sweet
And until now untold

At the very end
Standing in the present
We let the pass fly away
It was good
I am grateful

This end is a new begin

30 07 2017

Het strand, de zee, het water.

De troost, de wind die alles zegt, met onhoorbare woorden.

Iedereen ziet je, maar niemand ziet je.
Behalve degene aan wie je denkt.

En de zon schijnt,
en de golven spoelen zand, zoals altijd.

En toch.. is de lach van de kinderen een beetje anders.
En je voelt het, meer dan ergens anders.

Je weet dat iemand je ziet

31 07 2017