– photographs and messages from inside the Sausurrean Bar –

Blog archives for December, 2012

Archive for December, 2012

Monday, December 31st, 2012

Have a good 2013, everyone!

Happy 2013!

And thank you for reading (and commenting!!!) !

Saturday, December 29th, 2012

The Common Snowberry

Symphoricapos albus

Symphoricapos albus

Thursday, December 27th, 2012

Tulip, stamen and stigma

a tulip bloom

Tuesday, December 25th, 2012


guitar strings

Saturday, December 22nd, 2012

Strange Things are Happening in the Attic

Is the attic haunted?

I’m home for Christmas, there’re going to be family pictures taken (and guess who gets to take them? :-)), and so it was high time to a) get and b) try out a proper/detachable flash for my camera, wouldn’t you say?

Err, yeah. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it! ;-)

Edited to add: No copying people around in photoshop or anything like that occurred – the composition is like this on the camera chip itself.

Thursday, December 20th, 2012



Monday, December 17th, 2012

 The bright sunshine, the short exposure time


Saturday, December 15th, 2012

But one of many links

but one link in the chain

Saturday, December 8th, 2012


Had to go to the office today, to sign a piece of paper that needs to be in by Monday earliest, and on the way there I spotted parhelia and the barest discernible hint of the 22° halo [Parhelion, sing.; pl. parhelia. German: Nebensonne(n); English: sundog(s)].

I only had my mobile phone with me, it being a work and shopping excursion that required me to bring the put-stuff-into backpack rather than the full-of-camera backback, but I did manage to capture the above photo of them.

Friday, December 7th, 2012

Between the woods and frozen lake – wait the reeds

reeds in the ice

Thursday, December 6th, 2012

TDLaSM: Snow-Flakes
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.

Wednesday, December 5th, 2012

Parus Major (the Great Tit) (die Kohlmeise)

Tuesday, December 4th, 2012

Icing sugar, like falling snow

For a first experiment with shutter speed and flash synchronization, its not too bad … and I have plans for New Year’s Eve and that combo, oh yes I do.