tidbits and icescapes.

so, i have to apologize for not updating. but why should i apologize? this little blog is just a diary of happenings in my life, and no one seems to be interested in it but me, which is totally okay with me. but oh boy, stuff is happening too fast right now and i can't really grasp it. i have the feeling that soon i'll be 30, then 40, then 50, and nothing will have ever changed. i can't even look past the 50. i guess, i will not exist anymore by then. i love what happens at the moment, all the gatherings and visits and trips. all the future happening around me. but not for me. only other people seem to expect a so-called future. with plans and goals. i try to enjoy the little life i still have. you'll never know when desperation and anxieties and deprivation comes back.

well, to end these thoughts, some pictures. of little things and icy days.

more illustrations of walther moers' books.

few weeks ago we had wonderful icy days. so we went ice walking!

little maya.

preserved feather.

it was so funny to feed the birds on the ice, they slipped all the time to get a few crumbs of bread.

ice man!

it was a beautiful day.

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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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