Where A Soul Breathes Deeply

As you have gathered by now, I live in Bangkok – a big, chaotic, dirty, always insanely congested, yet fascinating Asian metropolis. On my last trip, we went to the opposite end of the spectrum. A place where – at least – my soul can breathe deeply. A place where you can breather the  air, but where you cannot see it. A place where you can sleep without the constant humming of an AC. A place where hills roll gently and green meadows extend from horizon to horizon.

Weiden1I know, can it get any kitschier? And the answer is:”No!” But it soothes me and I find solace in the picture, because I have been there and seen it. This place exists, it is not make believe. And I find it especially soothing when I see it in black and white.

Weiden2But why does it soothe me? Because life, as I experienced it here, is not complicated. There is lots of dairy farming – and milk to me is the “juice of life”. Not only is it the perfect base for a good cocoa, but it also is the basis for so may other great foods: cheese curd, cheeses, and yogurt – it does not get any better.UlmCatedralTowerThe tower of the Muenster in Ulm. Inside the church, I saw these two boys, their parents parked, while they visited the church.

UlmCatedralBoys I felt reminded of myself when I was their age – only that I would have not had a console to play with. In fact I would have not sat still, but would have probably been apprehended by the priest for “exploring the building a little too much” – and my parents would been embarrassed.

I will close with this image of leaves against the morning sky.


I admit, I do not know hat tree this is. The leaves remind me of a Locus Tree we had in our old house, but the overall leaf structure looks too much like a fern. Anyway, I am not a botanist, but I can still appreciate the beauty of the intricate silhouette the leaf makes against the sky. And that is why I like the picture.

Alright – stay sharp. I have one reader in particular, who despite being on vacation, just can’t help staying vigilant and sharp.

Cheers Markus \m/

Random Imagery From Nature And One Man-Made Picture

I know, I know, I keep saying that I will be posting regularly, but then I don’t. It is a pity and I am very sorry, but life keeps interfering my blog posting intentions. Turns out my life has a life of its own. Anyway, this morning while my life is apparently still in bed, I snuck out and write this post. I went on a trip recently and took a few pictures of which i want to show you these four.


We visited the German Alps. There is a very environmentally conscious village. They have a public outdoor pool. But not a normal tiled pool where you pay admission and so forth. Instead they made a man-made lake with water plants to recirculate and keep the water clean. And this is what you see here.


The area in the Allgäu is very agricultural. One farmer had his fire-wood stacked this nicely. Obviously, along with the light, I had to take the image.


Nature preparing to unleash a powerful storm at the Forggensee. We got the hell out of Dodge and drove ahead of the storm. You might say, the storm was is hot pursuit of us.


Alright, we get to the man-made picture. I found this one in a catholic church in Kempten, one of the major cities in the Allgäu region of Germany. The holy Innocentius, apparently was a bad-ass – stretching there all suggestively, shirt unbuttoned way down like a Columbian movie drug dealer, exposing his totally nude chest (you can’t get any nuder, than being exposed to the bones, really!) or he was way too impressed by the first Pirates Of The Caribbean movie, when the moon shows the crew of the Black Pearl for what they really are – dressed skeletons. But see here Saint Innocentius is even sporting a pin-cushion cap or helmet of sorts. Who would have thought.

Well, I will leave you to contemplate. Stay sharp.

Yours Markus \m/


Post Scriptum: One reader pointed out two very good things that I would like to address here:

  1. Calling Saint Innocentius a “bad-ass” was not meant as an insult, but was referring to the fact that a skeleton is posed in the image like a human. Skeletons and skulls in particular have moved from representing fear and death to the unavoidable mainstream representing everything perceived to be tough.
  2. Saint Innocentius is a so-called Saint Of The Catacombs. Between the 16th and 19th centrury the Catholic church would buy bones or entire skeletons from the catacombs under Rome and assign names of holy patrons to them.