While Zurich remains grey all day, at least up in the mountains the endless depth of the blue sky can be found. But the sun sinks early, and the darkness consumes the mountains and surrounding villages- just a few points of light, of life, remind that there is someone out there (or at least some flowing electrons) on the other side of the river.
Mia and I brought paper bags and candles out into the field. The little lights carved out a tiny sphere in the darkness, though we could still barely see each other or where we were walking. The lit bags were floating over the land as we tried out how we could light up these mountains.
The barn and trough, waiting for the ponies to come over the winter, added some depth, texture and boundaries.
But some boundaries are better left open.
Oh these two… they fill my heart indeed.
‘Darkness is your candle. Boundaries are your quest’ – Rumi
‘Those who don’t feel this love puling them like a river, those who don’t drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like supper, those who don’t want to change, let them sleep.” – Rumi
If I were small enough to navigate each rivulet with a sailboat…
Some time in the forest with my camera to create a candle-lit world
There has been a lot of the above lately, though more is needed. Sunlit vineyards, roiling clouds, and eventually the snow will also melt in the mountains and I will go there too.
Taking a break from blogging, clearly, as I live in these moments of transition. Working at a desk also makes it a little less exciting to come to another one in the evenings.
Never fear, I’ll make it back eventually. There are too many stories still to tell.
Delicate yellow and pink blossoms are popping up around Zurich. Piercing through the crisp air, grey fog and the dark concrete, I am reminded of the changing season in a most gentle yet impatient sort of way. It is definitely not yet Spring here. But those tiny early flowers are definitely gracefully impatient to show their selves.
However, my heart is still in a winter sleep. Patient, it demands little of colour and form. Luxurious round piles of sparkling snow, the sun reflecting diamonds on the surface. An ever shifting sky of blue and grey, and maybe even glorious and surprising gold from a low sun. Nights spent indoors, around a table, with a candle and wine glasses, simple darks and lights. And of course, a little chocolate to make it through the cold.
Schächental (translated, ~ shadow valley)
Weissberg (translated, white mountain)
…well we didn’t always stay inside at night, when the lights and darks were happening outside in the sky.
Finally an update… 🙂
Well, the last days of summer have officially cooled off into a beautiful fall, but a few short impressions of my life this summer without more than my polaroid camera.
This is me. Feeling alive.
Osaka to Seoul to Vienna with a mosaic of green crops. 2 hours until Zuuuurrrrriiiiicccchh!