Enjoying nature and photography.
A dream within a dream, so vivid 'til the end, of endless walls of stone, of endless waterfalls, of falling out of space and time to come back down to earth to climb, of calls to action, never heard, of slowly crawling through the snow, of mirror-lakes that tear apart, of granite flakes that stretch so far, a heart is buried deep beneath where hazel hen meets wren, at last.
11:25
Zuhause
suche ich die Heimat
umsonst.
11:26
Draußen
ist die Heimat
umsonst.
15:41
Wortgesuche
um den verlorenen Sinn
zu vergessen.
16:17
Aus Sehnsucht
und Verdruss
formen sich Träume.
I guess I missed my 3rd blog anniversary earlier this year. I also missed my 200th blog post (it was this one six posts ago). And in general, I don’t like milestones all that much. They represent not only the beginning of something new, but also the end of a chapter. And this entails reflection, which I often struggle with. But today I will try to make an exception. Without contemplation, I will simply let another milestone happen.
77 760 000 heart beats of a robin, 39 340 000 fallen leaves on the island dam, 9 072 000 heart beats for me, 246 000 migratory birds at lake constance, 17 300 people for democracy, 2398 lines of code, 830 kilometers on the bike, 462 hours of work, 91 sunrises, 35 bouldering sessions, and three full moons.
While we experienced the longest summer last year, from autumn to early spring felt like a single heartbeat. Is this a glimpse of the future?
Wind whistles harshly from afar, night settles gently, au revoir dear Portugal, dear distant star, each day filled up my memoir with fragments of divided beams, with rock-formations, quite bizarre, with ocean waves and short-lived streams of water flowing as in dreams, a never ending love, it seems, another round, the earth gets drowned, and in the distant is unbound a nightjar calling out his sound; sweet memories still float around.
A tempting shimmer, often bright and sometimes dimmer, tiny twinkles, shiny flickers, mighty seas of jolly glimmer, gently waving in the wind, often aligned, yet intertwined, thin blades on fire, in shades refined, ensnare the mind, tether the eyes, mankind inclined to stay right here, witness the rustling, bustling weeds, small beads pinned by the sun, a moment passes, all is gone.
Whirling through the empty space, to chase the dream to leave a trace, we lose the reference at times of what's important, how to pace our lives, to live for us, not for archives.
We got lost in a time without bounds, with no home we roamed foreign towns, to begin once again on new grounds, seeking comfort in familiar sounds.
Music, like a home. All pictures shot in-camera by using multiple additive exposures. No post-processing merging, blending, or stacking. All pictures free from AI-creation or -enhancement.
Stars enclosed deep in the vale, doubly exposed, a lizards' tail scurries down the winding trail and vanishes – a fairytale.
Punkt im Dunkeln