Monochrome look in newspapers, photos and television seem far away today but watching for example black/white television was really an amazing, new and big thing and experience in the early 60s of the last century for me when I was simply a quite young boy.
My brother, a friend from the neighbourhood and me (left to right), 1961
Those days living was so much different, and as a result of WW II the housing need was incredible big. So untll 1963 I used to live in a very small family house together with my grandmother, three aunts, one uncle, two cousins, my brother and my parents, alltogether twelve persons where today not more than six people would usually stay.
I do not know how my mother managed all this, as we had in fact only a small living-room being also the kitchen plus a room for sleeping. These were very confined space conditions, but without knowing anything else, I was happy with it. In the backyard of the house my uncle was running a small workshop for manufacturing and repairing upholstery, and there you would find also some chickens and a small garden with vegetables and some fruit trees. So it was a quite busy and never boring place overall on a rather little premises for so many people.
Scyscraper vision in the naive-modern style of the time
Due to great and extended social housing projects everywhere we fortunately got a bigger and much more modern appartment with a fair priced rent in 1963.
Actually in Europe each year 4 million people are constantly or temporarily without home, moreover the rents in a lot of cities are simply unaffordable for many people and/or housings are just missing. This is the prize of an unrestricted neo-liberalism in the EU since the 90s, so a different and social policy would be barely required now.
Monochrome Monday Challenge V
Every big city offers diverse hidden corners quite often disregarded and ignored. So here are some pictures from my home-town showing the steadiness and flexibility of nature in a great municipal area full of people, technology and traffic. This is even surprising me regularly and unexpectedly.
Though, wildness must be nothing strange in a metropole.
Still life with an occupied old wheelbarrow.
Plants as a very welcomed neighbourhood.
A weird view on a power plant
The stony ruins of the past provide a solid foundation of tomorrow’s jungle.
In German we have a famous saying by Friedrich Schiller: “The war nourishes the war”, so it can not lead to peace. Therefore, searching optionally for other solutions, reconciliation and even forgiveness is a virulent human desire in many situations although it tends to be in reality sometimes a quite difficult and time-consuming procedure.
So building bridges and making peace with yourself and others by mutual handling when appropriate may release hidden energies and opens new paths or possibilities in order to let us go forward.
In a larger global scale much more peacekeeping efforts and the will to do so would be needed nowadays urgently instead of weapon exports, increased army budgets and warfare all over the world, as the terrestrial clock – with crazy presidents in North-Korea and the USA – indicates again 11:55.
During a trip while reaching a wooden forgotten bridge we can feel deeply in the middle of it the gleaming water of the river under us endlessly flowing like the vibrant blood in our veins. Something in us would like to join this fluid primeval journey of the river, but we meanwhile have to cross impatiently this bridge and old monument of a somehow also restless motion. Afterwards, when we finally reach the other riverside, we suddenly realize that such an extensive move comprises just another small step towards the far away in horizon. What is lying beyound to be discovered, we shall regularly not know for sure. Time to say good bye …
As the twelve nights of the wild hunt have meanwhile nearly passed by, and for the beginning of the new Year time has come to have a look on some other and new subjects. So here on top you can observe my scanned personal right foot-signature with typical claw toes like those of a wild brown bear. One of the toes seems to be obviously missing but the picture comprises just a further coloured illusion in this regard – a situationistic puzzle.
But are you somehow aware of the general mantrap that in every second we are leaving here and there unnoticed and unseen trails at each paced location of our lives? In hurry and movement we simply forget these small gifts to our environment while you can discover them anywhere. And now these left symbols of modern civilization also smirk digitally right here in order to bewilder secret service web searching systems. What does all this possibly mean?
This old xerox-copy from the 90s of the last century here could represent a wire fence used for protection of the next nuclear power plant site, but in fact it just shows a soft mesh for the packing of sweet oranges. How nice and delicate such a found rubbish aesthetics can in fact sometimes be.
Being in nature is sometimes a trip back to history, while in 1998 I used to climb on Mangart mountain in the Julian Alps of Slovenia together with my girl-friend. The trail at some parts is leading directly on the border between Italy and Slovenia (on the photo the white stone with numbers indicates the actual frontier).
Trail to Mt. Mangart (2,677 m) / Border between Italy and Slovenia
Today this means a place of peace and challenge for those climbing on the mountains, but only 100 years ago this was a location of battles and war because this area used to be the Isonzo frontline in World War I, and here the armies of Italy and the Austrian Empire were executing fierce, endless fighting in the mountains up to altitudes of more than 2,000 m.
Relicts of this war without real winner (old military paths, ruins, tunnels) can still be found at diverse scattered locations in both countries. Today only the sky is the limit here fortunately.
linked to The Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge “Ascend”
In autumn, days are sometimes quite foggy without a clear view on our cosmos and surroundings like a bridge leading to nowhere.
360 m long hanging rope bridge “Geierlay” at Mörsdorf / Germany
Then it is sometimes better to just simply move and cross the unknown profound abyss such as a hanging rope bridge in 100 m altitude where you can feel like a bird swinging with the wind. Soon an unknown trail with all the colours of autumn will open leading to a new challenging landscape to be discovered.
Trail in autumn near Pyrmont Castle / Germany
Time to say hello and welcome to an alien trail leading to anywhere.
linked to Dutch goes the Photo / Tuesday Photo Challenge Bridge