les vosges en automne. gérardmer.

the lac de gérardmer is a huge natural mountain lake in a beautiful scenery. we walked around the whole lake ( there was an adventurous hiking trail on one side of the lake - very slippery! ). after the hike we decided to drive to kaysersberg - a medieval town in the alsace region ( pictures coming in a separate blogpost ). it was a very good day with a lot to see.

lac de gérardmer.

i loved how these kajaks looked.

it was a very icy morning, and this is proof of it!

tree roots.

this was the adventurous part of our walk, we really had to be cautious because the tree roots everywhere were really slippery.

the red clothed person is my mother. here you can see perfectly what the pathway looked like.

the blue of the water was astonishing.

mom and dad enjoying a lake view.

it was early november and some flowers were still blooming!

a shimmering granite.

this is called 'la roche du diable' - the devil's rock.

the very steep view from the devil's rock.

this is what you saw when you stood at the barriers.

le lac blanc - the white lake.

everything seemed kind of white here.

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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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