long nights. Awaiting.
possibly on the last warm day of the year the sun shines through the newly installed panes over the very patient and stubborn folks at the Glyptothek
the plains of the Uckermark
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 Fish riechen. Es soll einen Fischmarkt geben, wo es frischen Fisch zu kaufen gibt.
the river, the valley and the cycling path
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.
Simssee, Rosenheim and the Alps
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
We do not know how fragile someone’s philosophical foundations are until they crumble, even ours are unknown to us thegasstationphilosopher