The last couple of days lingered in a wet and foggy gray, and a cold had a grip on me. Today, when I woke up, the sky had turned in a glittering shiny blue. And the last yellow leaf on my balcony sent a sun-filled smile, promising the end of winter in only a few weeks.

The last couple of days lingered in a wet and foggy gray, and a cold had a grip on me. Today, when I woke up, the sky had turned in a glittering shiny blue. And the last yellow leaf on my balcony sent a sun-filled smile, promising the end of winter in only a few weeks.

Now, as the days are rainy I remember a summer day travelling along the river rhine northwest of the City of Wiesbaden on the way to the famous place of Ruedesheim.

"Do I really anything for food, like the Yummie Bone of the week Dog-burger?!"

"Do I really anything for food, like the Yummie Bone of the week Dog-burger?!"

My four legged compagnions for thirty years are Working Type Jack Russell Terriers. Seven months old Frieda of Toronto had never heard a roaring deer before, but Good Boy John has already realized that the overexcited male is closing up. So we decided to leave this territorie to its natural habitant.

Back to the restaurant in the Wispertal in the Rheingau region we later had a nice second breakfast with scrammbled eggs, bacon, cold cut and smoked trout. When the first tour bus arrived we left for our way back to Wiesbaden, Germany.

The end of the valley “Wispertal” was marked by a horseshoe like opening, surrounded by colourfull forest with nice hiking trails, a spacious parking lot, a bus stop, a restaurant called “Laukenmühle”, a shop where we could get delicious fresh and smoked trout.
The couple who is operating the little trout farm seems to look very carefully after the well beeing of their fishy creatures. So it is nice to know that they live in this nice old cottage beneath the clear water of the Wisper creek who carries its rich content down to Lorch am Rhein, where it feeds the Rhine river. 

The end of the valley “Wispertal” was marked by a horseshoe like opening, surrounded by colourfull forest with nice hiking trails, a spacious parking lot, a bus stop, a restaurant called “Laukenmühle”, a shop where we could get delicious fresh and smoked trout.

The couple who is operating the little trout farm seems to look very carefully after the well beeing of their fishy creatures. So it is nice to know that they live in this nice old cottage beneath the clear water of the Wisper creek who carries its rich content down to Lorch am Rhein, where it feeds the Rhine river. 

While I slowly drove closer for a few precious moments the awakened morning wrapped its cool morning gown around the eastern side of the pyramedical hill.

While I slowly drove closer for a few precious moments the awakened morning wrapped its cool morning gown around the eastern side of the pyramedical hill.

Last week of september I travelled about 1,5 hours from Wiesbaden, Germany, down the right shore of the Rhine river. In the small vine village of “Lorch am Rhein” I turned right and followed the winding road and the signs “Wispertal”. There I was captured by this magical early morning sunrise with the cool morning light tipping the tree tops and giving the dark shadows along the street a magical blue and turquios painting.

Last week of september I travelled about 1,5 hours from Wiesbaden, Germany, down the right shore of the Rhine river. In the small vine village of “Lorch am Rhein” I turned right and followed the winding road and the signs “Wispertal”. There I was captured by this magical early morning sunrise with the cool morning light tipping the tree tops and giving the dark shadows along the street a magical blue and turquios painting.

Great and quiet architecture I found inside the Brandhorst Museum in Munich, Germany. After that I followed a sign to a small Crystal exhibition close by. There I met my favorite - a Meteor. I stood still, than carefully laying both hands onto its curved metal skin, imaging him on his flight through space. Surprisingly, he seemed to answer with an energetic flow from my fingertips to my upper arms. Thank you, Space messenger.

Later I had the best Ice cream in years. Just opposite of the Brandhorst museum is a tiny place on the corner of “Türkenstrasse” where everybody I saw had this faint Mona Lisa smile on his face while licking away his perfectly tasting Ice cream.

After a stroll along the works of Chamberlain and Donald Judd in the “Pinakothek der Moderne”, a Museum for contemporary art in Munich, Germany, I was ready for a rest. The Cafeteria in front of the Museum seemed to be the right place for lunch. While the ladies on my left planned their next Fashion trip to Paris in their local bavarian pronounciation, and an Italian tourist group waited for her tour guide to come, I bathed in this wonderfull smell of late summer laughter and Pumpkin soup with coconut and ginger.

After a stroll along the works of Chamberlain and Donald Judd in the “Pinakothek der Moderne”, a Museum for contemporary art in Munich, Germany, I was ready for a rest. The Cafeteria in front of the Museum seemed to be the right place for lunch. While the ladies on my left planned their next Fashion trip to Paris in their local bavarian pronounciation, and an Italian tourist group waited for her tour guide to come, I bathed in this wonderfull smell of late summer laughter and Pumpkin soup with coconut and ginger.

While I was watching the local people playing “Boule” in a parc in Munich in Germany, I heard the faint tunes of Vivaldis “Four Seasons”. Slowly I followed the guidance of my ears, stepped through the gate onto the busy street near the historic site of the “Feldherrnhalle”. There I saw two little girls, dressed in a bavarian “Dirndl”. Unaware of the smiles on the pedestrians faces the younger girl enjoyed herself moving to the vivid tunes of “Summer”.

While I was watching the local people playing “Boule” in a parc in Munich in Germany, I heard the faint tunes of Vivaldis “Four Seasons”. Slowly I followed the guidance of my ears, stepped through the gate onto the busy street near the historic site of the “Feldherrnhalle”. There I saw two little girls, dressed in a bavarian “Dirndl”. Unaware of the smiles on the pedestrians faces the younger girl enjoyed herself moving to the vivid tunes of “Summer”.

Here I share pictures in German cities, forests, fields and around rivers and generally beautiful pictures I take during my nature and cultural walks throughout Europe.

My favourite compagnions are Jack Russell Terriers, "Good Boy John" and "Frieda of Toronto".

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