an overcast cold spring day is possibly the best time to visit the bogs. Nature still asleep, people still asleep, all is still in the bogs.
not far from Munich near the old salt trading hub city of Rosenheim the Simssee with the Alps in the background stands modestly apart from the Chiemsee; its overrun neighbour lake.
Sebastião Salgado’s exhibit of misery and pain at the Kunstfoyer in Munich throw us the hopeless nature of humanity’s problem in the face, namely corrupt power and specifically corrupt government.
in a swirl of colour, a blur of movement
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behind the fields and the forest, in the middle of the bogland, over the half-broken planks bridge stands the old forgotten mill east of Markt Schwaben.
she comes and goes, the lights of the city behind, spare a thought, what is that light?
museums are closed. museums are still there for the people. city is people. city is light at night. city is stone reshaped. under a soft mantle of snow. and a myriad footsteps tell stories. stories of people in the city.
soon to be gone for good, the Eggartenhäuser grew over the years unnoticed by most. A new residential development will soon hause 2000 souls in this forgotten patch of Munich.
in the early hours of the day after a night’s snowfall and the traffic noise is muffed geometries and shapes look new and the tonal symmetry of the ground and the sky offer exceptional compositional settings.