colour explosions.

spring is on its highest. i can smell the summer coming. why can't it be spring for two seasons instead of one? changes were made. i have new tattoos. i like them a lot. even though some people who are very dear to me dislike my decision. i knew they'd do that. but things were said that hurt me a lot. so spring is not only a time of awakening but also a time of sorrow and mourning. maybe it's not that bad after all but right now it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

the garden of my parents was in full bloom when visiting it two weeks ago. i miss this garden a lot.

we made a walk around the village. it was very stormy but i love this weather. i feel very alive feeling a heavy breeze on my skin, hair blowing in the wind.

i found a few little things, like this audio book tape. cinderella and the wolf and the seven little goats. unfortunately it was broken.

my findings: a feather, a chalk stone and the tape.

shadow roaming around. she was pregnant at that time. now she's the mother of four cutiepies again!

we had wonderful lunch when visiting my brother in erfurt. afterwards we went to a car exhibition.

the eye of a citroen.

dream car, really! everything about it screamed: i belong to speedy mari, haha.

old opel sign.

i have a lot of memories when looking at this car. we had one in the early 90ies and i always sat on top of it or had really good sleeps in it when we were driving somewhere. wartburg nostalgia.

old motorcycles.

stairway to heaven. how cheesy.

a fire engine trabant :D

opel still has a factory in eisenach. a town not only known for the castle wartburg, but also for its cars and automobile history. and yes, martin luther was here for a while.

old age does not shield beauty. or something along the lines.

beautiful pottery.

whimsy!

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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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