
I can sit for hours by the sea. Just listening to the waves. Hoping that the seagulls don’t fly over me and drop their……
Always wear a cap, ha de Gött!


I can sit for hours by the sea. Just listening to the waves. Hoping that the seagulls don’t fly over me and drop their……
Always wear a cap, ha de Gött!


Mirror, mirror in the flood
who’s the prettiest crow in the hood
Black is beautiful, ha de Gött!

Flying off into the sunset. Commuting business woman in front is already asleep and misses the safety brief. Scared first time flyer behind with sweaty forehead and white knuckles. Smiling stewards and stewardesses slamming their aluminium cupboards. The infant in the back row screams from top of his lungs, sensing his mothers unrest. A last check, all seatbelts fasten, chair in upright position and no blinds down.
Out on to the runway and with a muffled command to cabin crew the pilot gives full throttle. We fly off, off into the setting sun and you find yourself wondering why there life jackets under your seat and not parachutes.
Relax, you always come down. Ha de Gött!


Ha de Gött!


Just a small project for the handy man.
Can we do it, yes we can. Ha de Gött!


The city of Cologne from a dirty airplane window. If you look closely you can see the cathedral at the Rhein river bend. The city is the oldest in Germany. Already year 50 it was granted city privileges from the Roman empire. With one million inhabitants it is the forth largest German city.
What goes up, must come down. Ha de Gött!


A Heron the lookout for a tasty bite of fish.
Bon Appetit, ha de Gött!

Siegburg is a city with around 42 000 inhabitants 10 kilometres from Bonn and 26 kilometres from Cologne. Administrative centre for the Rhine-Sieg-Kreis district in Nordrhein-Westfalen, Germany. On a high hill in the middle of the city is the old Benedictine monastery founded in 1064. The abbey is known by the name Michaelsberg Abbey.
All places has a story, even the unexpected ones. Ha de Gött!


Side by side in perfect harmony.
B-flat, ha de Gött!


Through the window of the shoemakers house. The pot and the bucket put up for a last display in the front porch window. A time capsule house where only the spiders reside.
Things stop, but time goes on, ha de Gött!