Tag Archives: Holledau

Creating My First Photo Book

My long-awaited wish finally came true last week – creating my first photo book, using Saal-Digital (https://www.saal-digital.de/) for printing. I don´t get sponsored by this company, but making the book with their software was an easy one and the quality and service of it is superb. It is much easier than handling Blurb´s BookWright, not to speak of the integrated Blurb module in Lightroom (LR is great, but the book module is not). My first photo book is about my home, the Holledau, the largest continious hop planting area of the world, right here in Lower Bavaria, Germany. So, here is my workflow, using Lightroom and Saal Design Software:

1. Put the images you want for your book in a new folder in LR

2. Calibrate your monitor (if you haven´t done that already…)

3. Edit your the images in LR

4. Download the ICC-profile for the photo paper you want your images to be printed on

5. Install the ICC-profile into LR and use  “soft proof” in LR to adjust the images to the selected paper

6. Export the selected images to a new folder on your desktop

7. Open Saal Design Software, open the folder with your images and let the fun start…

There are heaps of tutorials on youtube, concerning soft proofing in general, and there are also some of Saal Digital itself, getting you ready for doing your first-ever photo book. Enjoy, but be aware, it might get you addicted!

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Hop Fields and Crescent Moon

Some impressions from last night out around the hop fields of my home, the Hallertau, Lower Bavaria, Germany. Enjoy!

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Hop Harvest In The Olden Days

 

Automation in hop harvesting just took place in the late 50´s of the 20th century. Before that, all the work had to be done by hand, that means a hop farmer with around 30 ooo pieces of hops had between 80-100 harvest helpers working for him. They went out into the fields early in the morning and got back late in the evening. People from all over the country were not only coming to earn some money, but also to get good food and good beer. The annual Hop Harvest Festival in Haunsbach, just 1o km from where I live, shows all that like it has been in the old days. The picked hops got  filled in a bowl that contains exactly 60 ltr.-the socalled “Mäzen”. Controlled by the farmer or a “hop master”, for every “Mäzen” the pickers filled up, they got a tin made coin with the initials of the farmer they were working for. At the end of the harvest they cashed in the coin for food, beer or money. People from Italy and Norway have been to this festival this year and though it´s some sort of tourist attraction, it´s a very good idea to keep up the tradition. The video shows images of that festival and the song is a very traditional one, the “hymn” of the “Hallertau” or “Holledau”, the world largest hop growing area . Songs called: “The Holledauer Lied”. (Click on HD button if you like for a higher resolution). Enjoy!

 

Song text:

Und wia da Herrgott seiner Zeit,
erschaffa hot die Welt,
hat er am siebten Tag erst g’merkt,
dass do dor no etwas fehlt.
Und was do dro no g’fehlt hobn mog,
dös wiss’ma ganz genau:
Dös is da schönste Fleck da Welt,
die schöne Holledau.

Dann hat er’s hald no einig’stellt
ins hügelige Land.
A Wasserl hat er durchezogn,
die Abends wird’s genannt,
an Himmi hat er drüber g’spannt
so wolkenlos und blau,
ja über unser Hoamatland,
der schönen Holledau.

Dös Holledauer Heiligtum,
Kapelln am Bergl drob’n.
an Schimmi ham’s da drin versteckt
ganz ohne Heu und Stroh.
Da Messner von dem Dörfl drunt
kimmt zur Kapelln net nauf
drum is da Schimmi an Hungertod
g’storbn in da Holledau.

Und wer no nia an Hopfa g’sehgn,
ja, der begreift dös nia,
was dös bloß für a Arbeit macht
bis fertig is des Bier.
Da stehst du da, mei liaba Mo,
da stehst du da und schaugst,
den schönsten Hopfa, s’beste Bier,
hat doch de Holledau.

Und wenn i dann als alter Mo,
ganz ohne Ach und Weh,
vom Hopfagart’n Abschied nimm.
und zu mei’m Hergott geh,
dann sag i zur Maria mein,
oa bitt no, liabe Frau,
lass mi no oamal abischaugn
auf meine Holledau..

( … und wia da Schimmi tot is gwen,
ham’s eahm a Schiwal Heu vorgleg’t
ned dass d’Leid sogn,
zwegs da Not is da Schimmi tot