winter and carnival season.

i visited london recently and before i get to the pictures and recap of this whole event there are still a few pictures from january left. i wasn't in a good mood all january long, i retreated from my social life for a while. work was a pain as well. right now, i feel better, but i feel kind of disconnected now. disconnected from close friends especially, because i had felt the need of distancing myself from them. but sometimes i can't be bothered with other people's life because i feel so envious about them. that's when i retreat into my own snailshell, in the hope of not hurting them with bad thinking and vibes. the downside of this is of course the feel of disconnection after one is pulling oneself out of this dark, devouring state of depression. i guess i have to live with that. but maybe its destroying more of my relationships with people than i really would like to.

either way... here are some dark and snowy pictures, and a few of the carnival season this year.

the most beautiful sunset. i need more moments like these.

mother in profile.

the main church in my village.

ancient bridge restored.

carnival.

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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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