Friday, May 02, 2008
Do you know the feeling of visiting a place you were familiar with in former times?
I'm talking about the hidden warmth you feel if you go to one of your favorite places in a city you used to live in years ago.
Yesterday I had a walk in one of these places - a park called "Eremitage" in Bayreuth.
It's a baroque garden that a margrave built as a gift for his wife Wilhelmine.
For me it's absolutely relaxing to walk the paths of the park after the tourists are gone or sitting on one of the meadows and twinkle into the setting sun.
I haven't been to the Eremitage for many years and this made the battery-reloading-effect even stronger.
Although I can't imagine living in the city of Bayreuth again but coming home from time to time feels great.
Coming home always reminds me of the last chapter of the book "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald. For some reason the paragraph about coming home has stuck in my mind:
"We drew in deep breaths of it [...], unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again."
The photo is a HDR and calculated out of 5 single shots. The building is called the sun temple and its facade consists of thousands and thousands of little colored stones.