A find I photographed some months ago, mesmerized and peculiarly touched by this cruel beauty.
Sometimes life feels like this. Wings ripped off, stuck at rock bottom.
Then we have to keep faith that our wings can grow back, carrying us to new heights.
The first few days after the finished manuscript …
Reason to celebrate a bit: The author copies for the French edition of «The Sky Above Darjeeling» have arrived – and meanwhile also some very lovely reviews from la belle France.
Today was sunny and warm, full of butterflies and bees. Hard to imagine that one year ago, it was so cold that there was ice floating in the port of Konstanz (which rarely ever happens).
At that time, I was musing about Katya, who knows to read the ice, and her brother Grischa, who has a special sense for wind and weather, both setting out from nineteenth-century Russia to make their fortune in the world.
One year later, while spring is settling in, a bit more each day, the outline I wrote in those freezing days is about to become the first volume of their saga.
This year`s first butterfly
Sometimes junk looks like a still life from an old master.
Sunday with Katya and Grischa on their respective ways through the northern seas. Among other places, in Tromsø, in those days a little backwater of a port.
Never forget. Always remember.