On the Road

On the road ...

... a bit foggy this morning.

And half an hour later even more fascinating.

In the Fog*

Strange, to wander in the fog!
Alone each bush and stone,
No tree does see the other,
Each is alone.

[...]

Strange, to wander in the fog!
Life is loneliness.
No man knows the other,
Each is alone.

 Hermann Hesse, November 1905

* For a change, but the first and fourth stanza, translated by me.

Morning light

... paving its way ...

... through the fog.

Friday is Skyday

On the road ...

Friday is Skyday

Saturday morning:
Branches are framing the fog.
The rolls are still warm.

From the Archive

Only the early . . .

Birth

Und jedem Anfang wohnt ein Zauber inne . . .

Misty Saturday Morning

Quietude.

Friday is Skyday

Starling in fog.

Friday is Skyday