autumn walks: from the central station to sonnenberg.

this walk was quite a hike. i needed three hours for the whole walk. 1.5 h to sonnenberg and 1.5 h back to the city. but it was nice. the pretty coloured trees and the architecture i've seen, made up for the bad muscle soreness i had after the walk. yeah, and these things still do, whilst i'm - again - struggling with my knee.

japanese maple.

this is going to be a kindergarten, but it definitely would be a dream house for me to live in. it's kinda strange that i like pompous villas as much as minimal houses. oh, the extremes.

the industrial training & technology center wiesbaden II.

view onto the inner city. i do live not far away from that black tower. in the back you can see the taunus.

i love detailed shoots. and i love the bokehs in the backgrounds that always develop when doing macroshots.

when you're going to sonnenberg, you will walk a bit of the rheinhöhenweg. there are two of this trail, one on the right side of the rhine and one on the left. the one on the right, starts or ends ( you have to choose :P ) in bonn-beuel or wiesbaden. i guess it's most idyllic when you walk it in autumn. oh. and you'd need a 2 week vacation to walk the whole trail, it's 320 km long.

the city wall tower of sonnenberg. it's the entry to castle sonnenberg.

it got dark by the time i returned in the city. it was a really wonderful walk.

and since it was the day of halloween i had to have a shot of my ceramic pumpkin.

Comments

Diz said…

....jetzt freue ich mich auf das Konzert & les dann auf der selben Seite, dass Kagrra sich im März trennen werden.... irgendwie haut mich das um. Deren Konzert fand ich bisher das beste überhaupt & ihre Musik hat mir immer gut gefallen.... es gibt ja wenige Bands, die ich wirklich mag, aber bei denen tut mir das jetzt echt leid.... *a lil down*

11 November 2010 at 17:57

baumtod. said…

@ diz: ich mochte die truppe auch ganz gern... wirklich schade... ;O; sie kamen einfach immer ECHT japanisch rüber.

11 November 2010 at 22:01

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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