Freyburg, upmost north laying old wine gardens in Germany

Freyburg and the northernmost wineries

leaving aside superlatives, Freyburg offers an out-of-the-crowd visit to a septentrional wine region with surprising views and very enjoyable wines. Free horses and flower gardens settled in disused old East-Germany-Era army training grounds. Following the river Unstrut to the south you find Naumburg (Saale), old light railways and a surprisingly large cathedral.

Neuhausen, Munich, Gewofag historical social residential development from 1920 to 1940 from Hans Döllgast, Gustav Gsaenger, Otho Orlando Kurz, Wolfgang Vogel and Peter Danzer.

Neuhausen and Gewofag

built between the 1920 and 1930, these rows of Gewofag social housing development in Neuhausen enjoy the protection of the city for its heritage value. Best enjoyed in the late afternoon, when the low sun beams brings the three-dimensionality of the details to the eye.

Not far from the habitation blocks of the Gewofag, the Kunstlerhof adds a new dimension to the neighbourhood. Old chained bicycles likely made to be here, waiting for the artist to come down her atelier with her smeared apron still on and take a ride to the café.

Neuaubing

the old tracks and the resettlement

wagons once threaded this plain and filled the night with echos of metallic giggle, where now nature and new settlers walk around still puzzled how to classify what they see in their Saturday’s afternoon walk. Here and there, if you stop long enough to see through the signs, you can see the ghosts of those railroad tracks and ties under thickening vegetation. The sudden idle beds of track ballast stand questioning their purpose now like dry wounds in the meadows.

Hidden in the woods, old tracks, fallen lampposts, gates with nothing to gate, lost ponds. And an old adjoining settlement. Despite the looks, no vignetting is applied to the photographies.

The old bed wagons factory witness yet one other kind of resettlement: partly spooky, partly trashy, and certainly worth walking through.

Olympiapark, Munich, cherry trees blossom under the snow

corona and the Olympiapark

The park becomes the only reasonable escape from home and the corona lockdown. Empty and cold in the winter mornings of March and April before the warmer hours of the noon bring the sun-seeking denizens. The sun in its lowest angle is barely able to saturate the colours of tree, leave, flower and stone.

the quiet power of the Isar

People walk or jog under the first warming sun of the coming spring possibly unaware that under the quietness of the little park on the banks of the Isar river on her pass through the center of Munich, the Maxwerk hydraulic power plant, housed in a baroque style building and of late embellished with street-art, generates 0,4MW power, enough to provide for 100 households in Munich.

Martin Heindel Ricochet Exhibition at Villa Stuck, Munich

the colours and the cave of light

grab a blanket, push the curtain aside, enter into the darkness of a cave of light and color, lay anywhere, listen, see, think, sleep.

Dust the paraffin off your clothes if you forgot laying on the blanket

the blue twilight and a blinding party

In a mood for photographing I leave the exhibition of Toni Schneiders: Retrospective at the Kunstfoyer in the twilight for the tram and on my way home. Not two stations down the line a party of brightly lit shop displays around the Max–Joseph–Platz catch my attention and pull me out of the tram. They blind the squinted eye and the sensor.

Tarragona and a look back

here I look back almost 50 years at the same streets, houses and windows of Tarragona were I grew up. The little park-inside-a-roundabout. Everything looks changed but not changed and certainly tiny now. The same aluminum late-60’s windowframes with possibly the same thin surviving windowpanes I looked out at the world. The same narrow walkways and small storefronts, but now mostly shut; They look like little cave entrances compared to the grandeur of nowadays’ retail-chain halls somewhere else.

The old harbour, once a row of small fishermen houses with workshops where wives tended to the blue nyon fishnets and boats docked just before the horn blew the end of the fishing day at 5 PM, is now a strolling alley decorated with fountains. Fishnets gave room to icecream and coffee shops. My uncle used to be one of about 50 fishermen captains. He had his own boat and a crew of 7. Now five boats with a crew of 2 are allowed to operate from a little corner of the harbour. Yet the same moon rise over Tarragona, come night.

Audio Testing Area and Michael Galeza duo conceptual music in studio

Audio Testing Area and Michael Galeza duo

Audio Testing Area Andreas of the 5 days bed in and Michael Galeza play an experimental duo music session. Andreas in the guitar and the sampler and Michael in the drums.

The unmistakeable Bauhaus styled housing settlement Georgsgarten in Celle.

Celle and suddenly Bauhaus

Landmarks of Bauhaus architecture and lifestyle mix with the traditional timber framed houses of the old city center in Celle, Lower Saxony.

The principal’s villa was about to be demolished to extend a parking building. Now turned into a museum.

The first attempts to use color in housing facades at the “Italian Garden” houses. Nearby the central services house at the Blumläger Feld that shows the attempts in the 30’s to provide affordable housing at the lowest cost and the Otto Haesler Museum, and details of the preserved Kitchen at one of the workers houses.

Closing the day in late afternoon in the streets of the old town in Celle and yet a Bauhaus styled Cafe.