Rothschönberg, Germany, March 2015
It’s easy to imagine the alley to the little kiosk, guarded by the tall trees casting the shadow of their rich green crowns. On the other side – the view over the valley with the little village, houses and gardens. Who were those walking on this alley, in the times of glory at the castle Rothschönberg?
Kloster Buch, Germany, August 2014
In the Middle Ages, monasteries had their own gardens, and I think there were not few the times when in periods of scarcity, the monks or the nuns had their meals assured. Even if today many of those monasteries are ruins and open for visitors, like the monastery in Buch, in Saxony, the administrators of the place still keep and cultivate such gardens, where they grow vegetables, flowers, herbs and fruit-trees.
Dresdener Zoo, Germany, August 2014
May 2015, Germany
I find Nature a miracle by itself, and that there’s actually not much room for the so-called wonders. I think we still have a lot to discover and to understand about the world surrounding us, and that we shouldn’t limit ourselves to creating tell-tales made up by our limited imagination.
March 2015, Germany
I don’t remember where I took this picture, but the vibrant blue and yellow struck me as I was flipping through older photographs. Green is a good mediator between the two colors, as it contains both of them.
KunstHaus in Abensberg, Germany, September 2014
Well, it doesn’t mean that in translation, but it seems sort of appropriate, since right near it is a beer-brewery famous for its tower – a creation of the Austria artist Hundertwasser. KunstHaus is actually a tribute to him and his work, created by one of his pupils, Peter Pelikan. It has the flair of a witches house, and it looks as if the architect recreate a house from a childhood drawing. To me it seems alive, not only organic, but in full movement. I would love a whole town only with houses in this style.
Buch Monastery, Germany, September 2014
This must be like a Romanticism dream came true – the ruins of a monastery dated in the Middle Ages, placed exactly on the shore of a river which dug its way through the rocks and the cliffs of the old Ore Mountains, in Saxony.