Happy new year. A walk in the rain

Happy new year, for who ever reads this!

2019 started today. New plans, expectatitions, let's see what will happen.

Today was a rainy day and I made a short walk. Just because I do not care about rain

the city in christmas mood

The city is a long time already in christmas mood, but I not really.  Today, for the first time, I walked over the local christmas market, and I will return to this cute tiny place soon, for some evening photos. 

Here are a few photos of my walk of today, more you can find at my photo site --> Klik here for more christmas photos <-- .="" br="" come="" more="" nbsp="" soon="" will="">
Merry Christmas! 

Entrance to the Münsterplatz, with the beautiful Quirinus Church, guarding over the city

An early walk

What happens when you are early out of the house, in the middle of the witer, and you are greeted with  sunshine and blue sky?

I could not resist, and made a few photos with the Powershot, what was in my coat.  I love that tiny thing, enjoy the photos.

Very much me

So, I think that I finally found my (new)  destination for this blog.

I will go to use it as a (good) alternative for the other social media, for all instead of Facebook.

More and more people do not feel happy with Facebook. Insecure, Sensorship, the shameful bullying and all that jazz.

I will go to share my photography, links and all in this blog, and pick the best of both worlds.

And, if tomorrow I decide elsewise, then no one needs to lecture me about it.  Because this is my blog. And, other then in many social media, I control what is in it. :)

Also, expect a lot of nudity.. Umm I mean.. nature.  Never seen an animal with clothes on, right?  :)

And expect me.  Chaos, and everything else what belongs to me.

Get it on!

Like

It is again about Facebook.  Because FB has become a part of our world, for the moment, until it will be wiped out by something new.

One of the 'hot items'  at facebook is that you can value posts.  So, when your friends write something, that better should have remain in private (like food, like -grandchildren, like emotional bashes), you can react at the author of the message.  Thumbs ub, like.

You can even buy likes at internet. Not only prvate persons do so, but as well it is done by questinable parties, mainly out of the 'ultra right wing'.  Buy your success, and let your money be paid by some rich, invisible, investors.
In my world of photgraphy, likes are very much liked as well.  Especially at Instagram, but at Facebook too. The more likes, the more 'evidence' for a proper photo.
Well, at least that is what some think.

I should not be me, when I think a tiny bit different 8-)

For me a 'like'  is nice, but not important.  I know that there are people that use a like as a check, to make sure that they have seen the post.  People can do as they want, so that's all right with me.

What makes it valueble for me, to post (photos, poetry, rubbish :)), is, when at a moment someon writes a message (yes... that is more then two words), telling that they enjoy what I posted.
Or that they like a certain photo.

That is what makes me continueing with posting. Knowing that some people like it, is not related at the thumb, but at the reaction of a human being, as we used to do.

I try it as well, to give more then a like, when I am really liking things. It is good, to take your time (if you have it), to react, instead of clicking.  With a reaction, you all the sudden transfer yourself in ahuman, who interacts with another person.  Wow!  I like that!

Language!

Every now and then I get a bit irritated by people, that find it necessary, to point to my bad German.grammar.

As if I don't know it by myself! Geesh!

Instead of staying with the subject, and trying to understand what I write, 'those people' find it funny (or need) to tell me that I should work at my language. Well, I am not discussing in photogroups,to get my master, either in German, English or in chinese.

And when I am joining a discussion, no matter what, I do not need to hear about my lack of knowledge of the language, as long as we are able to talk, ask and react at each other, we all can reach a point on what we do understand each other.

I love to learn, and I love to be corrected, and I know sweet people who do so, if needed (you know who you are <3 ...="" 4="" :="" a="" about="" advice="" air.="" amd="" and="" anymore="" as="" ask="" b="" be="" before="" better="" beware="" but="" by="" can="" class="separator" cook="" correct="" don="" effort="" end="" explain="" feel="" finger="" first="" for="" funny="" good="" got="" grateful="" help="" helpful="" helping="" how="" hurted="" i="" if="" in="" is="" it.="" it="" joke="" just="" kindly="" kiss="" know.="" l="" langauges="" language....="" language.="" language="" lasagna="" lessons.="" like="" long="" make="" making="" me="" middle="" mind="" my="" myself.="" need="" never="" not="" of="" okay="" on="" oody="" opposite.="" over.="" p="" persons="" pointing="" ranting.="" reacht="" really="" remarks="" right.="" say="" should="" so="" someone="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;" such="" swear="" t="" take="" talk="" tell="" that="" the="" thing="" those="" time="" to="" try="" trying="" use="" very="" we="" what="" when="" will="" wirtes="" wonderful.="" word="" you="" yours="">

Hardliner

Who knows me a bit, knows, that I am not always good in tact, and diplomatic words.

I am emotional, and I am standing for what I think, even when that means that I am the only one.

People like me for that, people hate me for that, and that is very good, I do not want to be friends with everyone. For me a 'happy limited circle'  means more then zillions of dust corns in space.

Some people do not like me, and they are questioning my friends, why they are still friends with me, even when I have such a strong opinion.
And when someone calls me a hard liner, they might be true in it!  You not need to tell me what to do, or what not!
If I do not want to see a Queen movie, it will not help when you say that it is an awesome movie. It might even help more, if you say that you not like all the parts of it.

People can name me names, that is fine.  The people who know me,  who I really am, give me names as well. And those names, I cherish.  I love it, when you call me planet, satty, hansi(e), well, you know the names yourself :)
And I do not walk away when we disagree. I even can call you a bad name, and still be friends.  And I think it is because we are friends, that we can call each other that way.   I remember, my very dear friend who calls me b@stard, and I called him Idiot :) Or when someone calls you Bert, and you tell him he is Ernie.
Call me a hard liner, and I prove you that I am not.  But only when you are a friend. Someone who I trust.
And if you call me a hard liner, because you do not want to hurt the person that dislikes me, then you might not be a friend of me, even when you believe you are.

Pfew.  I go to post this, and then go to sleep. I will see if this makes sense, tomorrow.  The delete button is not far away.  :)