There are these days when I wakes up and just feel… grey.
It’s still dark in the room and I wonder why I feel that way. So grey and bland. And then I finally get up, almost more tired than when I went to bed and have a look out of the window and I know why I feel that way.
It’s another rainy day. I don’t know, but I imagined July to look different :)
I call him Jack Sparrow. I hope Disney doesn’t mind me using the name, but hey, he’s just that, a sparrow, so I think it will be ok.
So a few days ago, I had some bread left over and decided to put a slice of it on the balcony, just to see what happens. And well, the next day it was gone! I did it again, and every time, it was gone, but i had no clue who it was.
So I decided to lure them with some healthy flakes and see if I can take pictures of them. And hey, it’s a whole family :). I guess I’ll continue to feed them now and then because the are …
France…. you realize how big it is when you have to cross it in order to get to the Channel which separates it from England. I decided not to use highways on this trip and so it took me a little bit more than two days to get to the channel.
The first day was a lovely drive to the place where my sister lives who welcomed me with open arms and a lovely dinner. She’s really a good cook, I assume living in France for such a long time has it’s side effects. Thank you very much!
Next day I headed north, to visit the cathedral of Reims. Really a marvelous piece of architecture and one could probably spend a day looking at all the details and figurines. It was there I realized I probably don’t have a wide enough lens for the trip. These things are huge!
Venturing further towards the channel, England decided to send a little welcome delegation for me. I saw it from the distance, an impressive sight of english weather and after taking a photo I shrugged my shoulders and soldiered on. After all I was only about half an hour away from St. Omer
St. Omer is a lovely town and I found a cheap hotel close to the city center. So I grabbed my umbrella and left the hotel on the hunt for dinner. While waiting for the main course I looked out of the window, grabbed my camera and ran out side. The waiter probably thought I’m about to run without paying the bill, but hey, one never knows how long light like this will last!
Who doesn’t like to go to a vacation? Leaving home, visiting new places, meet new people and just having a good time. We all love it, don’t we?
But we always have to face the same dilemma: What do we bring along and what does stay at home? And so the suitcases get filled to the brim and one of them turns into two, then two and a small one …
I now do journeys on the motorbike for 27 years. And I remember the first time I packed for two weeks to France. Two side cases, a huge top case and a duffle bag. The bike handled like a bitch. Over the years, it got fewer and fewer and now, every thing fits into one bag.
Now, to be honest, being a man helps, as we get along with one pair of jeans, two sweatshirts and a couple of t-shirts. I also recommend high tech underwear and socks, you know the stuff you can wash in the evening and that dries over night so you can wear it again the next day. Talking of underwear: I’m sure you have socks and undies you are about to throw away right? Take them with you and throw them away in the hotel. It’s always nice to get lighter as you travel along :)
For the next journey, it is this bag and two basically empty side cases on the bike. One case is for storing the helmet when I visit a place and for the camera bag should I get into heavy rain. The other one is for a second pair of gloves, a bottle of oil, tripod and souvenirs. And it is basically the same for a one week trip, or three week like now.
Oh, and get one of these magical bottomless bags. They are really useful :)
Art… No matter what it is about, when you look at it, you either love it or hate it. Or even worse, you look at it and go “Meh”, you couldn’t care less.
Well, “Meh” definitely won’t happen with this piece of art the city of Zürich got itself here. For once, it’s simply too big to be over looked. It is – a huge, massive, rusty crane.
When I first heard about the project, I was surprised and like a lot of people had my doubts. After all… It won’t come cheap, an old crane isn’t really a piece of beauty and it definitely isn’t art.
But coming from Rostock, a big harbor, it is a symbol for one longing everybody in Switzerland has, a symbol for the one thing this beautiful little country is missing. There is no sea at our borders. And god, do we love to be at the sea! This endless horizon. That smell. And the ships vanishing in the distance…
And now it is here. A little, well, not so little symbol of our desire. It is bit, it is rusty, it is ugly but you know what?