the grain growing plains, the pine tree woods, the bricks built villages over the sand and by the lakes left after the wall of ice.
Es muss ein kleiner Fischerort mit Reetdach geschmückten Häuschen sein, aber es soll nicht nach Fisch riechen. Es soll einen Fischmarkt geben, wo es frischen Fisch zu kaufen gibt. Selbstverständlich soll es kein Fisch aus dem Westpazifik sein, sondern regional. Er soll Substanz haben. Doch nur die, die dem Ort die Substanz geben, sollten nicht da sein, maximal nur dekorativ.
*England, England (Julian Barnes, 1998)
the air is still cold and the sun already cozily warm for a ride down the Altmühl along the cycling path. A church made of bushes is still growing to completion in Pappenheim, the roofings still a bit thin, the tower naked yet.
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.
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.
one last day, one last walk out in nature, one last day blessed with sun to photograph this year. A day to gather your thoughts and project your ideas further into a new year.
fog envelops all around and even sounds and life are dimmed by the banks of the Oder in winter. Once capricious meanders reshaped the end section of the Oder between Schwedt and Szczecin after every flood. One day the ingenuity of mankind put an end to this seasonal work of nature. For short lived and hard to come by pastures.