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Ich muß den Ästheten eine niederschmetternde Mitteilung machen:
Alt-Wien war einmal neu.

Karl Kraus, 1874 - 1936



Skywatch Friday - Our World Tuesday - Travel Tuesday - Through my Lens No. 263 - Image-in-Ing 



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Erinnerungen

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Es gibt Erinnerungen, die so golden sind, 
daß sie auch der ärmsten Gegenwart noch ihren Schimmer leihen.


Arthur Stahl, 1830 - 1876



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Girona und Rilke - Erinnerung - Southern Corners 17

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Erinnerung


Und du wartest, erwartest das Eine,
das dein Leben unendlich vermehrt;
das Mächtige, Ungemeine,
das Erwachen der Steine,
Tiefen, dir zugekehrt.


Es dämmern im Bücherständer
die Bände in Gold und Braun;
und du denkst an durchfahrene Länder,
an Bilder, an die Gewänder


wiederverlorener Fraun.
Und da weißt du auf einmal: das war es.
Du erhebst dich, und vor dir steht
eines vergangenen Jahres


Angst und Gestalt und Gebet.


Rainer Maria Rilke, 1875 - 1926



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My North - A place I call home

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What is home if not that 'little corner of the earth' where the poet listened to the heartbeat of nature during his youth? One week ago I have visited this idyllic corner of Lower Saxony, where I was born and the beauty of nature all around there took my breath away. 


How brightly glistening in the sun
The woodland ivy plays!
While yonder beeches from their barks
Reflect his silver rays.
That sun surveys a lovely scene
From softly smiling skies;
And wildly through unnumbered trees
The wind of winter sighs:

Now loud, it thunders o'er my head,
And now in distance dies.
But give me back my barren hills
Where colder breezes rise;

Where scarce the scattered, stunted trees
Can yield an answering swell,
But where a wilderness of heath
Returns the sound as well.

For yonder garden, fair and wide,
With groves of evergreen,
Long winding walks, and borders trim,
And velvet lawns between;

Restore to me that little spot,
With grey walls compassed round,
Where knotted grass neglected lies,
And weeds usurp the ground.

Though all around this mansion high
Invites the foot to roam,
And though its halls are fair within --
Oh, give me back my HOME!


by Anne Bronté







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Autumn Garden

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"In the garden, Autumn is, indeed the crowning glory of the year, bringing us the fruition of months of thought and care and toil.  And at no season, safe perhaps in Daffodil time, do we get such superb colour effects as from August to November."

-   Rose G. Kingsley



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