museums are closed. museums are still there for the people. city is people. city is light at night. city is stone reshaped. under a soft mantle of snow. and a myriad footsteps tell stories. stories of people in the city.
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.
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.
if the weather plays nicely, the winter dry air and the low sun beams cast a dramatic view of the Alps seen from the Dreisessel in the Bayericher Wald. Almost at every second step one feels compelled to awe at the view. Having a camera on hands leads to a struggle to strip down and select what photographs best convei this feeling.
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
one of those rare times when at the most exuberant time of spring, a mantel of snow covers the young green leaves in the forest for barely an hour and surround us with a brilliant light at the Hainich Nationalpark in Thuringia.