Argentorato stands on his basement atop an allegorical fountain of flowing rock among slabs of water and looks now south towards the sources of the Isar. Where were you looking towards before you came here?
Come the misty autumn, the fairy extends her long golden hair over the sandstone of the Mont Sainte-Odile at the Vosges. The footsteps of the joggers precede them in the foggy hour.
Chapels with rich mosaic decoration stand beside the graves of the last Merovingians in the grounds of the Abbey.
The return path follows the misterious Pagan Wall around the site of the Abbey
Not far from Berlin’s tumult of trafic, people, concrete and graffiti, the Glindower Alpen in Potsdam soothes us with forests of autumnal dark and desaturated hues.
The Glindower See on the north side of the forest reflects today the overcast dim grayish blue. The tiles Factory in Glindow. In its belly, the fire is unlit over the weekend.
the Watzmann smiles to us with missing teeth from his high stand over Berchtesgaden like an unworried playful teenager. As we gain altitude on our way to the Kneifelspitze the day warms up and ever new hues of blue and mist from the Königsee tint his surroundings contrasting with the yellow and orange forests on the foreground.
Berchtesgaden once under protection of the Pope, later siding with Bavaria or Salzburg, whoever was less pressing, stands in this crossroads between the two later and gate of the Königsee to the south. The Roßfeld-Panoramastraße climbs 1000m above the valley and brings us to a close vantage point to the near peak of the Großer Archenkopf.
in the Lüneburger Heide, north Lower Saxony, a heath landscape took shape as a result of years of shepphership on region of thin soil, once shaved by glaciers of the ice age. Sheppherds still go about their business in the area, and attract the attention of wanderers and tourists.
The heath blossoms in Septmeber and it can offer unhindered views across kilometers of plains with clear skies. Here and there you can see bee hives that with some luck may render the sought after heath honey. Even some basket hives are still in use (Lüneburger Korbimkerei).
The late afternoon of September offers brilliant hues of blue, yellow and purple, oftentimes traced by grassy or sandy paths. As the sun hides behind the west, the heath starts filling of shadows and a mantle of silence envelopes you.
Walking under the canopy of yew branches in the woods of the Paterzell one can learn many aspects of the Yew. Several stations set along the path guide the eye of the wandered to the particulars of this tree.
Yew wood has an old recorded history of use. From bowmaking to lutes, chemothreapy in the modern times, and for more or less earthy purposes very often found near graveyards and churches.
Forgotten paths run deep in the canyon covered by water now. Paths of old climbed dangerously towards the Pyrenees. Only for the few. Not even the invading Muslims thought it worth the effort. And behind those walls of rocks the “Reconquista” brewed.
Today a reservoir of energy and ultimately a setting for the amusement of tourists.
The lowest lake in the Park Nacional d’Aigues Tortes i Estany de Sant Maurici bathed under the sun of the last days of Spring gives a view to the passes under the receding snow.
In the late days of spring snow still may fall in the higher ranges of the Pyrenees. The range shows nonetheless a harsher past with U-shaped glacier valleys and round ground granite bedrocks where now shy flowers root among their tiny crevasses. We pass by dozens of lakes and smooth grassy patches too. Subtle and almost graceful granite dams show the presence of humans and their early attempts to harvest the power of water at the beginning of the 20th century. They contrast with the less ambiguous concrete wall at the lower valley.
unexpected of, a sand dune, a bubble of desert climate, stands in the midle of a central european forest otherwise dominated by pine trees and spruce in Franconia.