Winter branches
Trees in winter finally show their hidden lines, patterns … and bodies.
Picture shot on lake Lucerne, click to enlarge.
Exactly in your backyard!
What is behind your fences? I couldn’t resist giving it a look …
Gardens and chairs …
Chairs and tables … and other fences:
Chained fences, both iron and plastic ones.
And finally: houses. Now, what might be inside these houses ?
Rocks we were and rocks we will be
Off the Swiss mountains, piece by piece we fall.
Stocked into private fences, we are broken and worked
and piled up as high as what stores us.
We run in and out, some are left behind
All of us aiming at the final conveyor, to go back there where we come from. Rocks we were, rocks we will always be.
Doors to nothing
One of these cold summer days I stumbled upon an abandoned bath resort on Lake Lucerne. Abandoned places are hard to find in Switzerland. My curiosity was too high and I went through that red door with the yellow inscription on it: forbidden to enter.
Some doors were locked, some left open, some unlocked. All of them with something in common. Doors without hands on their handles … the cemetery of dead, useless doors.
The dawn of (the Swiss) man
Trittst im Morgenrot daher,
Seh’ ich dich im Strahlenmeer,
Dich, du Hocherhabener, Herrlicher!
Wenn der Alpen Firn sich rötet,
Betet, freie Schweizer, betet,
Eure fromme Seele ahnt,
Eure fromme Seele ahnt,
Gott im hehren Vaterland!
Gott, den Herrn, im hehren Vaterland!
All gorgeous picture views from Emetten down to Lucerne Lake shot with D800 + 16-35 f/4. You can find the full Swiss Psalm here.
