the baltic sea chronicles: day 3. eutin & plön.

yes, we visited two towns on one day. i tell you, it was splendid. especially with the weather being sunny, stormy, rainy and full of clouds. we had a look at the castle eutin ( which wasn't open, unfortunately ), made a walk through the castle park, listened to opera rehearsals, had a walk through the city, had a look at its water tower, and also again, a church was involved.

in plön we mostly walked the peninsula near the castle, reading facts about our solar system, enjoying nature and the lake with its little islands.

i can't emphasize it enough: everything was so charming and just after my fancy.

oh and sorry because of the many pictures. couldn't decide which ones to leave behind.

eutin.

castle eutin.

the 'großer eutiner see' ( big lake eutin ).

there was a small little cottage in the back of the castle's garden. it was so green and lush and roosters were running around, picking food, and a big black dog sat in front of the cottage, watching eveything in a calm and unagitated way.

it was the most idyllic place.

this old barn is used for the annual eutin music festival. right next to it was a small open air theatre and rehearsals were going on. we met a few singers on their way to the theatre, singing. it was a strange experience, kind of ... cinematic.

huge chinese vases in the middle of a town built with bricks and klinker. i loved this contrast.

the town center. in the background is the church st. michaelis.

glass bowls, figurines and vases. there was an antiquarian who hawked all kinds of beautiful pieces.

in the church.

shadows.

view onto the lake.

then we walked to the water tower. the pathways were very steep and the houses got a lot tinier the more we made our way up.

and also, they were very overgrown.

the water tower.

the entrance of a school.

it's not all bricks up here.

then we made our boat tour.

my mom.

castle eutin from another perspective.

trees formed by wind and weather.

houses by the lake. can you imaging living here? i can.

a little rain shower coming down.

plön.

castle plön. another castle you couldn't check out. it is owned by the specs producing enterprise fielmann.

the guard's house.

view onto the big plön lake.

parts of the city.

the park of castle plön was immensely huge. there were old buildings everywhere, part of the castle complex.

even a small summer residence.

old avenues.

a 'sitting on a bench' family portrait!

the sun in miniature.

small streets and bricks, bricks, bricks.

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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