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.
No more Langoliers in Bangor.
No more tickets for the lake cruise, no more boats stopping by at the pier.
No more panoramic rides uphill, no more red curtains flapping in the wind.
No more touristic menus at the restauran(t), no more joyful queues for the cable car thrill …
No more dives from the pier, no more sunbathing on the pier.
And mo more verboten for the last, forgotten boat. Golden times here in Kehrsiten are long over.
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.
Parkour Swiss masters: Valser number one
Dodging security cameras
Spider climbing
Acrobatic jumping
Fast running
Down sliding
Beat me if you can!
And remember, a parkour master must be shot faster than 1/800 sec with a 70-200 VRII on a D800, or be ready for blurred pictures… click to magnify
