surrealism & schierstein harbour.

these pictures are from the pentecost weekend more than over one month ago. my parents and me made a walk around schierstein harbour - and ended up on the art pier. every year there is a new installation. 'hommage an egon schiele' by frank deubel really got my attention, me being a schiele enthusiast. all in all it was a beautiful evening.

hello fat cat relaxing in the sun.

half a moon.

mirrors.

i found this dead baby bird... my mother told me: that's you, always photographing macabre things. haha.

a wood piece that looked like antlers.

through the trees.

ever wished for something and it didn't turn out true? that's my fate. dandelions are still pretty in this state of growth.

small pathways.

dad & mom from behind. the light was gorgeous.

i wish i knew some more rhine songs. 'wenn das wasser im rhein gold'ner wein wär'...'

rosa corymbifera.

the swans bred eggs! right next to a house & egyptian gooses with their flegdlings.

beloved lilacs.

the blue hour.

huge tree mushrooms.

getting ready for bed time.

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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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