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red hawthorn tree. autumn on graveyards.

good evening.
a rare signal coming from yours truly. 
it's december and it's probably not very appropriate to post pictures from october. snow fell today and i'm aware that this is even more contrasting concerning the golden and red leaves i'm about to show. 
the procrastinator in me is having fun. even though i'm having a bad conscience about it, she still wins everytime. the reason why i'm posting again is a new and faster computer. pictures get edited faster. which is kind of awesome. and maybe i can cheat her a little bit. trick her out. maybe my small adventures will be more time appropriate soon. maybe. maybe is a big word.

but here you have me back.
and the leaves love to be stared at. graves as well. graveyard walks in autum are a tradition of mine i really hold dear. i love to remind myself of death once in a while. well, actually it's a lot once in a whiles. but the best and coziest time to visit the death is autumn, there's no other way around that fact.

the hiding place by the river.

from early october, on my birthday. dear dad.


peering colours.

the postman always rings twice.
the postman always rings twice.

food faces.
food faces on 'zwiebelmarkt' in weimar.

timber framed.
most beautifully timber-framed.

a cat and its needs.
the cat and her secret desire.

matryoshkas.
russian gimmicks & matryoshkas.

big bright wheel.
big wheel.

waiting for lunch.
waiting for delicious italian lunch.

the shadow of mine.
shadows in autumn.

yellow and green.

buttery.
buttery mushrooms.

heaps of brown.

blue mushrooms.
light blue anise fungi.

the fox path.
the path of the fox.

pink blossoms.
pink blossoms.

church in front of the grey sky.
tiny church near my brother's appartement.

intense red.
i love this tree in my parent's garden. since i was born this tree accompanied my life. especially in its heyday moments in autumn.

the lamp with the flowers.
the girlfriend of my brother made me a personalized lamp.she's too cute.

self portrait.
hello, selfportrait.

skeleton hand.
skeleton hand jewellery. a birthday gift of my dearest friend lea.

feel good soup.
the other day lea and me made delicious japanese soup and fried shrimps.

the leaves, they are a-changing.
i couldn't decide between the next two photos. they were shot at the südfriedhof wiesbaden (south cemetery).

architectural autumn.

jesus.

walking the graveyard streets.

rainbow-ed.
such rainbow colours.

switching colours.

a glimpse of gold.

sunshine fire.

timmy.
another birthday gift of lea. timmy the baby sheep. he enjoys visiting graveyards.

leaf carpet.
leafy rug.

glowing.

they're not dead, they're only sleeping.
they're not dead, they're only sleeping.

graveyard entry.

waves.
waves in the sky.

sheep sky.
sheep clouds. the next photos were shot on the nordfriedhof ( north cemetery ).

red leaves.
i think these trees are japanese maples. their colours are so intensely striking.

going down.
stairs to the grave.

approaching the crypt.
beautiful crypt.

crypt.

rusty.

portrait on a stone bank.
jasmin accompanied me on the graveyard walk.

j. & timmy.

thorn crown.
thorn crown.

trees in golden.

knight grave.

up, up.

grieving.
grieving.

autumnal graveyard.

jewish saying.
if thine would be all earthly splendor, and all wisdom's blossom. what creates a human being is only benevolence.

evening silhouettes.
guarding over graves.

siblings?
no relatives of mine.  but it is always strange to see this family name anywhere else.

the graveyard house.
this house belongs to the graveyard guard.

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