Snow? In April? Spring and winter this year has been decidedly odd. It really did feel like snowing this morning, and walking home this evening I was flecked with tiny white grains, not quite snow, not quite hail, and then this … great beasts of snow.
I think it’s a fitting birthday image for supernaut.
Something I’ve been planning to do for a while, especially considering the weather for most of the last two months has been more than adequate for scruffing around outside. It would have been sooner too, except for my idiocy trashing my knee doing yoga. It seems though if I exercise some restraint and care (harhar) it’s possible to do many of the things that I would normally do for pleasure (for values of pleasure involving some trauma).
I wandered around the corner and around two more to arrive at the path between an old people’s home and some kind of hospital-ish thing where my own personal almost 15 meter long by 6 meter high (I’m very inaccurate at measuring by eye) wall of rough ashlar sandstone. Much sun and occasional passersby wondering what I was doing.
The winter and frost has weakened some of the smaller edges, and being decided careful as well as weak in strength and skin thickness, I didn’t go past the half-way mark – where hard becomes very hard. Still, happy to be back doing this, and really wanting to make this year one where I find some long multi-pitches somewhere remote to wander up.
… but not so much sun this spring. A view from my window in Wedding, over the BVG workshops, now becoming dance studios. The bus or tram washing hall turned into a bar, open infrequently, though last night was one. When the evening sun shines, the chocolate red brown bricks glow through a portico of spring-fresh leaves.
Journeying far east to Erholungspark Marzhan and the Gärten der Welt for the Cherry Blossom Festival. Much apartment-stack architecture reminding me of China, though more sparsely spread. Eating cheese, Emile visiting from Amsterdam. Trees and Japanese gardens, much sun and brightness. Spring. Some photos.
Something telescopes do… it feels like the appropriate description for the first photo I take with my camera.
Of course of the Brauerei.
For my own pleasure, 1/499 exposure, f/3.5, ISO 80. Shot in Auto mode. The lens is sublime and mmm… yes, this is the view my poor cameraphone could never quite manage.
I haven’t had time to play with my LX3 yet, though I have downloaded the manual and reading it makes me tremble. Oh new things to play with. I’m not even sure where to begin, wanting to throw myself into the full manual abyss but having so much else to understand. Excitement!
(Oh and i made a new category called images. About time.)
An undertaking by night in the Brauerei. An unlikely moment where my poor camera has enough light to capture the chimney, walls, out-buildings illuminated as though by day. Three nights for the film crew moving around, across, on top of the brauerei. Woken before dawn in a scene with a motorbike, multiple takes of course, somehow delightful in my languid unconsciousness.
Still coming back to myself. Daniel arrived with much cheese and bread. Later I ate three steaks. Salt and meat, salt and meat.
A strange adventure with Daniel accompanying me and Matti translating on occasion. Kreuzberg near my old home, Dieffenbachstr, time too short for cheesecake. Into the celler, waiting, talking, blood, waiting, talking, scanning, waiting, talking, talking, leaving. To the sixth floor, waiting, talking, leaving. Much paperwork. Waiting in the rain. Yoga for breakfast. The chronology is out but it was important. Tante Horst to eat a late, late lunch, perhaps an early dinner, though breakfast for one. A long day in emotions more than merely hours.
Returning to near home, finding the book for me had arrived at St Georges, a monster to beat anthropologists with. Home barely in time for the storm. I am thinking of a new camera. It is somewhat expensive but has full manual functions and many other proper camera things. Tomorrow though is more of the same and then perhaps perhaps I shall depart…
…return.
storm over bötzow brauerei – 1
storm over bötzow brauerei – 2
storm over bötzow brauerei – 3
Summer, it has been decided will be stormy with displays of thunder and lightning. Much blowing of wind also. It reminds me of course of Guangzhou. Though certainly I enjoyed the monsoon and typhoons in Manila and Taipei as well as Hong Kong, for me it is always a memory of Canton. Vast hulking behemoths trawling in, blackening the skies, and the torrent, the noise and thrill as if the air itself was possessed.
Berlin has brought a string of, well in no way comparable, not the least for absence of thick, languid sopping heat, but yes, storms. Happily, Berlin has quite beautiful storms. I would have never guessed. Though that was some days ago, and in the meantime, thehof below nears its finish after some three months of ausgrabend und zuschütten. I stood under the tree, now taken by spring and looked up. In six months I have not done such a thing from under its trunk. And there, in the top corner is my room and hobo attic.
Es schneite
ufer straße across bvg workshops
kirschblütenfest – 1
kirschblütenfest – 2
kirschblütenfest – 3
kirschblütenfest – 4
kirschblütenfest – 5
first light – bötzow brauerei
bötzow brauerei in darkness and light
käse und brot from daniel
bötzow brauerei unter dem sturm
später dammerung und gewitterwolke
where i was, tuesday till saturday
from daniel…
from dasniya…
daniel reads foucault
storm over bötzow brauerei – 4
storm over bötzow brauerei – 5
botzöw brauerei panorama mit sturm
brauerei schornstein mit sturm
im hof, aufschauend mit baum und meine dachgeschloß