Chill out with Chopin

Long live Heine

Our death is in the cool of night,
our life is in the pool of day.
The darkness glows, I’m drowning,
the day has tired me with light.

Over my head in leaves grown deep,
sings the young nightingale.
It only sings of love there,
I hear it in my sleep.

Heinrich Heine (13.12. 1797 - 17.02. 1856)

Same route - different views

Almost I had forgotten what difference blue sky and some spells of sun do make.
Well, ... and ... freshly fallen snow.

Remember but a few days ago?

Well, here's what it is looking like today.

One more example:

Ten days ago.

This morning.

Seanstronomy

Snowrotic

Metropolis

Those who might rather have expected the opus 'Megashovelling' will have to wait until tomorrow, as - after all the snow shovelling - I watched the restored version of Fritz Lang's silent classic that tonight had its premiere at the 60th "Berlinale".

Stunning!

And now, for those who can't wait until the film will be released in their country: Voilà.

The peace of the night.