Skip to main content

march: kiedrich.

again, my parents were my companions on this very cold day in march, and it was shortly before they had to leave again, so we decided to not drive too far and just check out some villages nearby. kiedrich is neatly nestled inbetween the precursors of the taunus mountains and the city of eltville and it's pretty well known for producing wine ( well of course, it's, smack, in the middle of the rheingau ), but what it's also known for is its gothic architecture, like the church st. valentin & dionysius and the little st michael's chapel vis-a-vis. the whole village still exudes this very old, very medieval feeling, which i totally love. we stopped at a time when they held the sunday's mass, so i really didn't want to go inside the church and interupt it with my unholy presence, so we checked out the surroundings first. organ music was blasting to the outside world and the people in there sang beautiful and sacred songs and wandering on the site was kind of magical at that moment. the mass ended soon and i slipped inside to check the church out, but i still felt totally inappropriate and didn't dare to take any photos. i'm afraid i need to do that on a different occasion, because it was a cute little church.

later on we walked a little hiking tour around the village and checked out scharfenstein tower - last remaining building of a castle once, where we had a great view onto the village - and soon after that it was time to say goodbye to my parents again. i will state this again and again, but my parents are the best companions i can ask for, despite little disputes or annoyances that every family has time and time again. you know, they truly love what i love, exploring places and learning about history, enjoying nature and being outside. that's the main reason i still do vacations with them, because i love to experience places with them, and because they understand what kind of things i'm interested in. or maybe it's the other way round, maybe they influenced me too much about all these kind of things. i don't know, but i certainly won't complain. i also really value spending time with them, as we live so far away from each other and don't see us that often. and i love to make memories with them, even though i know it will be very hard for me, once i have to let go of them... ( which is something i don't want to think about, but pretty often do. )


the elaborate and very beautiful church portal.


st. michael's chapel. it is situated directly next to the main church, only a little historic graveyard separates it.

st. valentin from the side.

the tiny graveyard was really perfect. the crucifixion group was founded in 1622.

pretty impressive stone work, i'd say.


the chapel again. unfortunately wasn't open either.

on the show facade there was this tiny outside pulpit.


bedded into an ivy carpet.

the pastor's house.

you see these wine cellar gates everywhere in rheingau land.

climbing up steep and winding hiking paths.

tiny dad.


and the view over the not so small village of kiedrich.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

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 ...