january: i get a little warm in my heart when i think of winter.

january delivered with some much needed snow. what is winter without it? right, it's dark, cold and depressing. only with a bit of snow, especially freshly fallen, it is bearable. isn't it immediately more heart-warming when the forests look like they're powdered with sugar or like it is under some heavy whipped cream? yes, i say!

on this walk i chose the woods around naurod - a suburb of wiesbaden which is situated on the hillside of the taunus mountains.

dismantled wood.

footsteps of a certain canine.

almost hidden.

snow lines.

shredded tree.

this tree seemed to have suffered a lightning stroke, or could there be another explanation for this? my imagination and also my guts tell me that this can only be the product of a powerful lightning.

hide inbetween trees.

on another day i simply wanted to get out of the city and into the mountains, hoping that there'd still be some snow on the ground after it had snowed the night before ( in wiesbaden it was already melting away ). and i got lucky! i stopped near kiedrich in hausen vor der höhe, because i couldn't bear the sight anymore from inside my car. everything looked extraordinarily surreal! i loved it.

snow man idyll.

the structure and sight of trees covered in snow is so incredibly pleasing. contrasts!

walking under a snowt tree tunnel.

teeny tiny bud.

me looking dumb in the snow :)

the snow was covering everything in a very thick layer.

triangles.

hausen vor der höhe - a small district of schlangenbad.

sugar-coated.

played around with the miniature mode.

rose hips with hats.

relicts of a former easter celebration.

tree stumps that are concaved are the best trees.

returning through the snow tunnels of the wood.

i visited the fasanerie for a short visit after my walk in the woods.

one last picture of blissful whiteness.

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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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