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may: green hills.

on my last day in homeland in may, before i had to head back to wiesbaden, my parents and me decided to give a tiny range of hills called 'fahner höhen' a visit. actually, an altitude of about 400 meters is not so tiny, but still, compared to the mountains of the thuringian forest it's of course peanuts. the second highest range of hills inside the thuringian basin, it's were local fruit juice producers cultivate their fruit tree plantations,  reaching from apple to cherry trees. especially in spring it is a wonderful sight, a sea of white blossoms emerging over the hills every year. it's a cute little landscape, with good views into the lands of the the thuringian basin.

stop the hunting terror. lust murderers out! some environment conscious people apparently had enough of random hunters killing mindlessly. i don't know the situation at hand, but i still loved the trailer for its message and its decrepit state.

the patterns on this tree are man made and mean only one thing; it was part of a resin extraction process. i've never seen this before and was totally fascinated by it. 


the view from the bienstädter warte.

the bienstädter warte was one of the outer fortification look-outs of the city of erfurt in medieval times. nowadays it's just a great place to sit down for a nice pick-nick.


lush green hills finally overtaking the landscapes of winter.


we met this heron silently stalking through mowed fields.


skeleton leaves are the best. look at that structure!


a common sight in germany, hides for the forest rangers.

i found this poor toadling in the middle of a road, and it was really sluggish and much too dry. there was no pond around either. after taking some photographs i kissed it goodbye and put it back into a grassy area, hoping it would eventually find a wet space soon. i love toads! ( i love all kinds of animals, as you probably noticed already :P )

beautiful view into the thuringian basin. i love canola time so much.

 a white sea of cherry trees.

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