Sunday was the last day of my holidays and I spent it with lots of lovely and hygge activities (except doing my taxes!). The sun was shining almost all day and it was so warm outside that I did not need a scarf or gloves later when I rode my bike into town. The winter temperatures from last week (-13C!) seemed like ages ago!
That seems to be how my friends perceive me. And I cannot blame them for that because my flat currently is home to at least 40 different analogue cameras. So it should not have come as a surprise when a friend gave me another beautiful camera for my birthday a few weeks ago.
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 love the sea. Water is my element. The endless horizon calms me and so does the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore. I love how the wind tousles my hair and how the spray covers my glasses with tiny drops of salty sea water.
In September I took my last holidays for 2016. The four days I had left for the rest of the year I saved for Christmas and New Year, thinking that I could easily go through three months without a day off (except for the weekends and October 3rd). Bad idea. The days get shorter, sunny days become rarer. And going to work day after day becomes more challenging with every day the sun rises later and sets earlier. I feel tired all of the time. The bit of daylight I see is when I leave the house in the morning to go to work, and of course there are windows in our office that let the light in. However, I’m not sitting next to one and I’m not going outside for my break but stay inside since my workplace is in a very rural area of Berlin (nothing to see out there, nowhere to go). And when I leave work it is dark. Which leaves the weekends as the only two days where most of us can soak up a bit of daylight and hopefully sunshine. I truly hate the autumn and winter months for their darkness, rain and wind. Even […]
Old graveyards fascinate me. Especially when they are no longer in use and are hidden in places no one would suspect an old burial ground. Between town houses, in the middle of a public park, next to an ordinary parking lot or you stumble upon them while exploring an old forest. Highgate Cemetery is a bit different. It is not hidden but situated on Highgate Hill (near Hampstead Heath) and in Victorian times, one must’ve had an amazing view across London from there. Opened 1839 it was one of the first cemeteries that was not directly attached to an individual church. Since inner city graveyards could no longer cope with the amount of burials taken place, Londoners had to find alternatives to bury their dead. So Highgate Cemetery became one of the seven large graveyards outside the City. The location and the view soon became very popular and people did not only come there to pay respect to the deceased but used Highgate as a place for a picnic after a nice Sunday walk in the clean, fresh air. What also makes this cemetery a special place is the way the graves are arranged. On any german „Parkfriedhof“ there would be a very […]
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 […]