What a nightmare! On March 2nd I was supposed to go on holiday for a week. The plan was to fly into Dublin, take a bus down to Cork and take part in the annual Ireland Sacred Harp convention along with a hundred other shape not singers from all across Europe and the US. Sadly winter decided to be nasty and covered Ireland in snow and snowstorms. As a result the airport was closed and the flight cancelled. The next available flight would have been on March 4th in the evening – when the convention was over. So with a tear in my eye, I cancelled the entire trip (as did my friends who were joining me for the Sacred Harp convention).
I think this quote from T.S. Eliot fits perfectly when I think about ‚home‘, or more precisely, ‚Heimat‘. Because ‚home‘ can be everywhere I have lived for some time, home is my flat, the town I am living in right now. Home is the place I come back to after work. But ‚Heimat‘ is the place I was born, the town or village I grew up in.
I’ve once again been to Volkspark Rehberge. Instead of the yellow autumn light I encountered at the last visit, the park was now covered by a wintery snowy blanket. People enjoyed a walk in this winter wonderland, went for a jog, let their dogs play happily in the fluffy snow or enjoyed a sledging down that marvellous hill that’s perfect for this activity.
I am not an autumn person at all. But sometimes, when the weather is nice and the sun shines through the yellow and orange leaves, then everything about autumn is perfect for a while. Then I suddenly find myself sitting on my bike on my way to the nearest park or forest. Last weekend it was the Rehberge park in the north of Berlin: a sheer endless area full of trees, meadows, cute dogs and people enjoying the rare sunshine before the rainy and dark days return. For some pictures you need to have a closer look at the ground you are standing on. Peel your eyes away from the lovely autumn colours and the blue sky to discover what is hidden underneath and next to your feet. Acorns, little mushrooms, spiders, cobwebs, and fir cones litter the ground. Don’t be afraid to get your trousers all muddy. Ignore the passers-by that stare at you while you are lying flat on the ground to take a picture of some tiny mushrooms hidden underneath a yellow leaf. Sometimes the best pictures happen when you ignore the world around you. Taking pictures of complete strangers is not something I do every day but […]