Walking to the U-Bahn after rehearsing with Isabelle in Wiesenburg. Best part of Berlin is Wedding.
Well into the final run down to shortest day of the year, Berlin turning on its cold, damp, dim grey lid on a pot season. The neighbours have gone all festive, brass band on the weekend, and a diminutive Christmas tree all lit up in the gloom today. Cow is unbothered.
Backyard garden park turning on the colours on an almost frosty autumn morning.
One year and one week here. That happened quick. Trees turning towards winter again.
Sonnenallee taking lightning hits again on Friday. Makes me yearn for being in the mountains, enshelled, cold and wet around, sleeping in a tent, every day about one foot in front of the other.
Taking advantage of my open window to sieve the insects wanting to fly inside. (When it hit 30° she took a break in the shade.)
Bright evening sun on the courtyard garden trees.
Visiting Isabelle for shiatsu and a long-overdue catch-up. Summer up in Wedding.
Berlin turning on one of those very pretty evenings.
The locals in Marbella old town all have ceramic planters, tubs, window boxes and baskets full of flowers, succulents, spiky dry climate greenery, monstrous tree-sized explosions of magenta and pink, palms, ferns, trees, shrubs, vines and climbers. Also banyan fig and magnolias. Very deeply lush and fecund and herbaceous.