The vast poetry of empty streets and colorful houses leaves a lot of space for imagination and dreaming following irrevocably very old ambitions. At noon the sun now moves slowly around the very next corner where the shadows shrink to minimalistic images of black, white, blue and red. All is slowing down irresistible, and time stands still for a while.
Jo’s Monday walk : Rock cistus and water
Do trees fall asleep? Well at least they droop and do relax their branches at night which might be a sign of snoozing between dusk and dawn.
“Street art is nothing else but urban poetry that catches someone’s eye. Being a street artist is impossible because the city itself is the artist.” Christian Guémy AKA C215
This strange fellow passed my way last summer, we need to grow up in order to play such games in the sun.
Tuesday Photo Challenge – Growth
The stones of a river start out rough, but with the current continually bumping and polishing them, they end up being simply beautiful.
Each journey requires an appropriate device. This building in the East-German countryside at Gellmersdorf used to be a stable for pigs for very long time before changed to an airplane in 2012 by a local aviation enthusiast. The painted house shows “Aircraft 152” being built in the former German Democratic Republic starting from 1958. 12 jet aircrafts of this type were manufactured then production was stopped as it had turned out as simply too expensive. The premise serves as a small information centre and venue regarding aviation.