a sunny and a rainy weekend.

a few weeks ago my parents visited me ( i love having my parents around - i miss them a lot these days ) and we made a walk by the rhine and visited the beloved fasanerie. one day after my parents went back home again i've seen the most perfect rainbow, a full one! sadly, it vanished after a few minutes...

a house boat. would be fantastic to live there.

and on the walls the lizards were having their sunbathing time :D

a rotten tree house.

castle and roses.

dead wood.

nice timbered house.

piglets in the fasanerie. on this day it was raining nonstop.

and sparrows having lunch in the rain.

under my umbrella, ha...

wolf. i love wolves.

deers in the fog.

and the beautiful rainbow.

the colours were so intense in real. the pictures don't do it justice.

this weekend my parents will visit again, and maybe we're going to see leonard cohen live on friday. would be grand! he's playing in front of the kurhaus and you can stand in front of the gates as listeners without having to pay. i don't need to see cohen, his music stands for itself.

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november: kickelhahn, himmelblau & weimar cemetery.

i had a week off in november and visited my parents ( as i often do on my vacations ). on a sunday morning we headed to the thuringian forest to climb onto the peak of the kickelhahn mountain. the kickelhahn mountain is the landmark mountain of the city of ilmenau . johann wolfgang von goethe , the famous writer & philosopher, often visited ilmenau and also climbed the kickelhahn. oftentimes he stopped at a little hut in the woods to relax for a while and on one of these stops he wrote one of his most known poems. our little adventure didn't last the whole day, though, as we had a little date with the weimar cemetery to look after the grave of my grandparents and then to visit my cousin and his family. tiny peek onto the kickelhahn tower. thuringian woods - deep dark green. at the goethe hut. this plate shows the german version of the poem goethe wrote here. inside the hut. and here's the english translation. i love this poem so much, as ...

in the forests.

it's that time of the year again.

july '20: lake petersdorf discoveries and a plea against genocide.

the green wild meadows of malchow's sandfeld. in the west of malchow there is a big chunk of forest that spans towards plauer see, a widely 'uncultivated' area these days, but it hasn't always been this way. in my last post i mentioned the nazi munition factory that had been built in these woods, away from prying eyes of their enemies and where they also built an external subcamp for the concentration camp ravensbrück. exactly these woods we explored on a pretty sunny day, betraying the darkness that happened around these parts. isn't it weird that there are places in this world that were built or used by dark forces and horrible regimes and you vist them 80 years later and they are the most peaceful places you can imagine? sometimes my brain can't cope with the contrast of knowing what was in the past and what the present looks and feels like. it definitely leaves me with a strange impression often, kind of like a little sting in my heart and brain that is not ...

ghost of nature.

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