walls in the forest.

walking in the forests is one of my favourite things to do because you think you know it all, and then you suddenly discover a new place you've never been to. your mind is racing, it comes up with all kinds of stories. what was this place, who roamed around here, what did they do and why did they abandon it? these questions came to my mind when exploring these stray walls and leftovers of ( assumed ) military buildings. i love discovering new surroundings. so much to see, so little time.

of course you need the usual tree picture.

walking here was kind of cool, there were people around, but not too much. just in case you are robbed or something happened to you, you can cry out loud for help.

and suddenly there were walls. just standing in the middle of the forest.

see?

nature takes back everything.

it's a bit sad. these walls are perfect for graffiti but there seems to be a lack of good quality sprayer. so you can only find tags. no epic street art.

only pretty colours.

little roots!

these are probably fractures of the basement. would love to see some pictures of how it looked in its heydays.

standing in the pit.

these small hills looked like breasts. and they were too perfect to be of natural kind.

some smart kids built this cute getaway.

it was so peaceful out there, birds were chirping, doing nest research and finding food in the soil. sometimes there was a dog owner walking by, the dog sniffing its surroundings.

i love finding uprooted trees. someone should cut it up so you can count tree rings or make music out of them!

and sometimes you find mysterious carvings in trees. aliens? probably not, but brain likes to make up things like that.

and in the midst of it all, some really green bushes! this was two weeks ago and now the world is in full bloom.

more walls.

made a good background for a self portrait. i seem to wear black all the time i'm heading out on adventures. sorry for being a poor fashion idol, haha.

mossy tree branches.

snowdrops are always the first sign that spring is coming.

and i found a little underpass! it was to wet and cramped though, to get through it.

all in all, forest walks make me feel at ease.

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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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