Fresh 5th December snow near our house, late evening. It had finally stopped snowing, thank god. We had done two shovelling sessions on this Sunday and my shoulders were hurting.
When I got out to take a look with the camera, the bushes and trees had turned into surrealist sculptures, lit up by the yellow street lamp. It was totally silent.
Dreamed I was an eskimo Frozen wind began to blow Under my boots and around my toes The frost that bit the ground below It was a hundred degrees below zero...
And my mama cried And my mama cried Nanook, a-no-no Nanook, a-no-no Don't be a naughty eskimo Save your money, don't go to the show
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh Well I turned around and I said ho, ho And the northern lights commenced to glow And she said, with a tear in her eye Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow Watch out where the huskies go, and don't you eat that yellow snow
This is one of the special places that I have to visit now and then, in summer or in winter. Today was the coldest day so far in this November. The ground was muddy. Surprisingly, walking uphill in the cold wind was a very pleasant experience.
I live in a small village east of Cologne, Germany, working as a freelance web/database programmer. I love making experimental music, listening to and recording the sounds of the world around me, taking photos, creating abstract computer art, looking at the stars ... and I love coming back to that place where time stands still.
(Warum Englisch? weil die meisten meiner "Fans" aus USA und England kommen.)