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september '17: autumn transitioning.

the rolling hills of the upper taunus.

when september rolls around it marks the time i'm waiting for all year: autumn. it is the season i love most. even though september still often wears the mask of summer, it is already in the air, in the soil, in the atmosphere - and it lures me out into nature even more. it makes me want to find the first mushrooms of the season, the first foliage, the first moody autumn sky. if autumn was a place, it'd be my happy one. a place i want to retreat to, bury myself in and get cozy. if it was a person, i'd welcome it with open arms, caressing & cajoling it, giving it all my love. autumn makes me feel wrapped in love. though i must admit that it is always a bittersweet love, and it only ever lasts for just a couple of months, something that is applicable to my life at all times. autumn's love for me has always been fleeting, only a short period of time that never evolved into a year-round thing. yes, there are moments in other seasons as well, where i feel an equal love, but it rarely reaches the intensity of  autumn adoration. the fact that it's always such a fleeting love - for autumn, not for me  - it is enough to carry myself into a mindset that borders on melancholia & sadness. i never want autumn to leave me. it always does in the end. it's this certainty that always breaks my heart - as corny as this sounds. 

because in all those years of autumn visiting me and seemingly offering me all his love, he never wants to stay long enough to set up a deeper relationship. and if that isn't an analogy to my life, i really don't know what is.

walking on rarely worn-out paths in the taunus woods. on this particular walk i had seen some wild boars running around in the brushwoods.

standing tall & bolt upright.

uprooting.

when the jungle is still green and does not show a single sign of autumn yet.

snapped off.

structured trunks.

the touch & feel of tree bark is incomparable.

found a shy mushroom peeking out from underneath dead wood.

old suede bolete with characteristic hat. in germany it's called 'ziegenlippe' - goat lip. the texture of this mushroom is awesome. when you eat them young it's also a very delicious fungi!

little labyrinthine pathways.

hiding under foliage.


from time to time you stumble upon rock structures of the taunus mountains. these are probably greenschist rocks. could also be some kind of slate of course. anyway, i love finding & looking at rock formations, especially since the power behind rock creation is something a human brain can't really grasp & understand. especially when you find those densely folded rocks. love their structures.

i'm adding some random pictures from a tiny walk around the wineyards in schierstein. sometimes i just don't know how to fit in some pictures in the overall narrative, especially when the outcome is almost unremarkable. maybe i should think about incorporating some pictures in a different way. ( maybe i should restructure the whole blog in the end. but i still have no idea how to use this space other than a chronological diary thing... especially since i'm so bad with keeping up ). i currently have a hard time finding the stamina & motivation for keeping this blog. because in the end, what is that i can offer for readers to keep being interested in what i post? yeah, you guessed it. not much.

evangelical church of resurrection in schierstein.

baby blues.

the wineyards were full of almost ripe grapes. i snaffled some of them & nuzzled them down immediately. some were still sour, but some were truly flavourful.

again, nothing would tell you that autumn was about to happen soon. only the size of the grapes gave it away.

another lighter coloured variation of grapes. they look truly delicious.

the green ones were actually the most tasty.

passed by the little schönstatt shrine. schönstatt is a special movement in the catholic church, it's basically worshipping mary, mother of jesus christ. under normal circumstances i would've tried to have a look inside, but to my surprise the little chapel was well-visited. i really don't want to disturb any believers in their practice. since it is such a small place i figured i might me a bit out of place as a complete stranger to this movement and an atheist at that. visiting religious sites is truly fascinating for me, but sometimes i don't feel invited at all. this was such a place. there was nothing that told you to stay away, but i still felt uncomfortable even considering to enter the property.

not far away from the chapel there was a contemporary home i liked, but my pictures turned out shitty, to be completely honest. i often have a hard time capturing architecture, as my eyes capture the property completely different than my camera does. plus, the surroundings often do not match the overall ensemble. also, sometimes i'd really like to explore a place a little more, but it would make me appear like a complete freak & trespasser. so i need to deal with bad pictures of completely cool places.

very distinct way to showcase the street & house number.

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