ghost of nature.

along the fischbach. on a much greyer day in january than in the last post and also a much snowier one, i headed out with the plan to walk through the forests between my village and limbach. since it had just snowed a lot, i figured it would be like a fairytale winter wonderland walk. little did i know, but should have known, judging by the grey, almost white skies, that i would walk through heavy snowfall and got quite cold after a while 😂  two streams go through strinz-trinitatis , the basbach and fischbach. for this walk i followed the fischbach for a while, before leaving it for the woods. it passes by some garden allotments. some of the garden sheds were quite beautiful, looking like summer cabins. totally would love to hide there during summer! icy fischbach. i loved how the flowing stream created a meandering pattern. little sculptures revealed themselves in the snow, such as this owl. there were other garden sheds, too - seemingly abandoned. winter seems to lay bare the ch...

returning with a photo dump and very little words. i moved to a tiny place in the taunus mountains - strinz-trinitatis . i like living outside the city and connecting with nature more. i don't even miss the city much.  i do yearn for easy living, simple living and being away from what feels like a rotten society. i know you can't flee it entirely ever, but maybe having to move out of the city was the first step towards that. when i was young i dreamt of living in the mountains, having a little house to tend to, gathering herbs and flowers, talking to the animals, working in the garden, creating art, living with the seasons. while i know now that i am maybe even too simple to be creative either, i still like the thought of it. i like a quiet life. in these hard times even more. but quiet also means being invisible. which is something i still struggle with in addition to too much visibility. that's some weird dilemma, isn't it? maybe it's better to not discuss it too ...