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june: the beginning of summer.

summer is actually not my most treasured season. it's also not my most hated one. in recent years i started to detest winter a little more, but only because it's getting dark so early and the days are often grey, which messes up my already bad mood swings even more. summer comes right after winter. it's too hot, i am too sweaty, i get headaches a lot. but summer also has nice sides to it. sun's there, the days are long, everything blooms and is colourful, thunderstorms appear more often ( i'm such a sucker for thunderstorms ). even in those times when i overcome my anxiety to go to public places like swimming pools, i often find myself enjoying it. when i was little i was always the first one in the water, my parents had to run after me so i didn't drown ( i learned swimming on my own at the age of 5 because of that - i just jumped into the water and paddled my way through it :D ). i loved swimming and i loved water. those things didn't change, even though i don't go swimming a lot anymore. i still love water, the clear blue liquid of our planet. i guess it shows in my love for the sea, and for lakes and rivers. water calms me ( i guess that's why i love to take 45 minute showers :P )

so summer is not the worst for me, and it's even durable when the temperatures don't rise up too high. if summer would always be between 20 or 25 degree celsius, it would probably be perfect for me. you can't have everything, though, right? and imagine if i had to miss my thunderstorms, just because it wouldn't be too sweltering anymore? i think i'd be very sad.

but where am i heading with this? yes, because these pictures were made in june, the first real summer month. and i continued doing my little walks, every second sunday or so, mostly when it wasn't too hot to do anything.

like the circuit i walked around the abbey of saint hildegard in rüdesheim. the abbey was built in 1904 and is a beautiful example of neo-romanesque architecture. i love visiting it, because it 
radiates a strong vibe of female power ( it is a benedictine nunnery ). also, it feels like a very open-minded and creative place, without too much pressure. they have a little art exhibition that changes every year and for this alone it's worth the visit. the church itself is quite lovely, too, the interiors are painted in a style called beuron art school, which involves a lot of clear lines, geometry, classical greek/roman elements and is kind of tranquil.

the vineyards around the abbey.

the abbey goats enjoying nourishing grass meadows.

the church of the abbey. the two nuns on the left were visitors from another abbey and they floated around, an ipad in their hands, making photos and being all happy-go-lucky. it was a pleasure to watch them and how they interacted with the modern technology. i love seeing interactions like this, religion mixing with technology and science. the world doesn't stop spinning, right?

soft pink blossoms.

i made more detailed photos of the interior, but as i said in the last post, a lot of my pictures were messed up by my camera and couldn't be recovered. for a little tour click this link.


really amazing cross sculpture. i love the abstractness of it and that it's a little eerie.

glittering abbey stone walls.

the abbey is also one of the many stops of the road to santiago.

the abbey from a distance. i loved the little bench next to all the blooming flower bushes.

on another walk i returned to the woods around wiesbaden.


strange mushroom. i still don't know what kind of mushroom this was, it's still pretty alien-looking to me.

yellow suns with a little speck of black tiny bug.

this blue opalescent colour is absolutely mesmerizing. sorry, but bugs are fascinating to me. even in death.

foxglove patterns.

i met a deer! i do love meeting deer, as i already mentioned hundreds of times.

soon it was about time to revisit my parents and their garden!



bumble bee and hoverfly meeting.

i really like how these turned out.


on the edge of withering.

beautiful bug called 'pinselkäfer' in germany ( which means paintbrush bug ). there's no english label for that bug except the latin one: trichius fasciatus. i've never seen this one ever in my life and didn't even know we had such beauties flying around here. they love pollen and are often found in rose or blackberry bushes! ( that's where i found this guy here :D )

feather tree love.

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