Prunn, Germany, August 2014
I’m always fascinated by the tenacity of nature, life itself, struggling and stubborn, making use of any grain it would get. I mean all these little plants that manage to grow on or in the apparently most impossible places to grow, like between tiles of the road, on or from walls of abandoned buildings or the walls of stone from rocks and peaks. And they don’t only manage to set their roots in the rock, and grow, they are thriving, some even managing to break or destroy, bit by bit, the stone. And they look so fragile, with their thin twigs and delicate leafs. The little tiny seeds and plants that manage to overcome the mighty rocks.