I like to travel. It is so beautiful to see other landscapes and to immerse myself in other cultures. It is so enriching to discover the diversity and beauties of this world. Traveling is like looking at a rainbow that unfolds all colours of sunlight.
I love traveling - even with my thoughts. I mean, this is something what makes us human: imagination...
A dead tree. No branches that give shadows. One could say: a rotting pole that rises to heaven. But he still lives, this tree, and has a mission. He shows me the way to the white as cotton clouds... They are waiting for me... I go into one of these soft as cotton clouds. And I gently drift away to a wondrous world:
no hate there...
no injustice...
no violence...
and nowhere a seperating wall...
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Photo taken on a snowshoe hike.
Plöckenstein, a hill in the north of Upper Austria, on the border with the Czech Republic.
My feeling is that the encounter with nature reveals many things, including the humane.