november: thuringian forest.

the day we visited the thuringian forest near luisenthal we would also receive the death notice of my cousin. while the day in luisenthal was pretty magic - i even found a goat skull to take home for my not so fast growing skull collection - the time we got home and received the phone call of my grandmother, everything went dull. we always had hoped for him to recover - over the course of his sickness there were multiple times we'd thought he was on his way up, but that also counted for the times it was clear that the cancer was severe and probably not defeatable. in the end he fought four years, but he couldn't conquer. his constant optimism & general good will wasn't enough as his body decided to give up on him. i'm still thinking a lot about him, he was such a good natured guy, always seeing the good in everything and everyone. it's so strange to know that he's never going to be on any future family party gathering again. we discussed so many things when he was still alive and he made me think a lot about people, even though my stubbornness in hating mankind was always a bit frustrating to him, i guess. his intelligence was always something i looked up to in secret. he was a great guy ( he always made the effort to call me on birthdays or ask me how i was doing in life, seemed generally interested in what i was up to... ) and he will be greatly missed.

fog rising up in the woods.

mossy terrain.

i have a thing for benches... i don't know why.

a quirky wooden octopus.

rain drops on tiny leaves.

they look like transparent pearls.

the tower in the middle of the ohra water dam.

beautiful dam scenery.

withering away.

tiny droplets on november thistle.

view onto schwarzwald, a municipality of luisenthal.

an almost forgotten tower of the schwarzwald castle.

almost the same view as the one above. i love the fog passing through the valley.

you could go inside the castle tower and this was the view when you looked upwards.

another bench.

tiny hut. in the back there was a memorial for the soldiers of the franco-prussian war.

my parents looking puzzled.

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