Leutstettener Moos
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.
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the old mill at the bogland
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.
Memory of the lost Eggartenhäuser
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.
Snowfall and Olympia
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.
fog and chill by the banks of the Oder
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.
the chill of the plains at the Peetzigsee
when the wind blows over the plains of the Uckermark from the south in winter you feel the whole river Oder chilling you to the bone. Other than that, a beautiful isle of nature in the middle of the never ending fields.
winter equinox at Felchowsee
the low lying sun and the humidity of the nearby Oder river create unusual light conditions at an around the winter equinox at Felchowsee, deep in the Uckermarkt north east of Berlin.
overcast and out in Graswangtal
gray low clouds lay heavily over the Graswangtal turning it into a more somber version of itself. The red tint of the iron rich river Ammer becomes omnius. The frozen marshes instill a disturbing quietness in the landscape. The tributary waters of the Ammer cross the snowed plains noiseless along the sinuous black river beds like signatures in a parchment.
the Lüneburger Heide and the purple heath
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.
