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july: fehmarn island. pt. 1.

so finally, the pictures of our fehmarn trip in july arrived on this little journal of mine. about time, i guess. or not. seeing as i always post with such huge delay. i think i will never quite catch up. which probably is my biggest fault. i'm always living like 5 months in the past. but at the same time in the here and now, which mostly is a rather boring time to be in. the past often looks nice, the future at this precise moment in time does not. i could throw more of these phrases around.

i am not really in the mood to talk more. keeping this journal seems like a waste of time. it will never be good for anything other than reminiscing the past, even though i always hoped it could be more. i hoped people would like the photography, would like to get to know me, i hoped i could find my true passion in life and then start some kind of advice/lifestyle blog. but these hopes are gone, and i live a rather normal and unmentionable life, which will probably never turn into something purposeful.

this is just a thing that is only up for myself. only for me to rummage through my past and maybe realize that not all is bad. to remind myself to be thankful of those moments i had. to not diminish myself. or something like that. i don't know. i just leave this trace and maybe someone will find it in the future and ponder who this woman was that posted all these memories, but never contributed anything important. most likely this won't ever happen.

it's just evidence for myself, that i am a real person, who kind of lived a real life.


okay, for someone who did not want to talk a lot this time, i managed to write too many stupid and empty words again. i guess i have that impulse to continually write bullshit and talk myself into some kind of self worth. make myself important with too many words. a classic case of desire for recognition and approbation.

on to the pictures of our fehmarn vacation. i guess i don't have to introduce it again, we've been visiting this island for about 3 years now and all there is left to say is that i want to keep returning for the rest of my days.

on our first day we made a little welcome walk on the beach in burgtiefe. i found a dead bird. dead things are always fascinating to me.

the big open blue.

seaside panorama of burgtiefe with the ifa vacation center. it was a gloomy day.

i may have jumped. but i didn't.



lots of snails accompanied us on our way.


fisher women in the wind.

gloomy sea weather kind of is the best.

on the second day we visited a small butterfly house.



iguanas lived there, too!






and made a little island tour with several stops in various villages.

we stopped in petersdorf.


st. johanniskirche. there was a beautiful book market inside.

lemkenhafen view. i shot this on the roof of an old historic mill.

scandinavian architecture.

harbour in lemkenhafen.

sheep are so typical for germany's north. they are perfect for keeping levees in shape.


little summer storm coming.

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