lasting.

so enjoyed having this one here. a most aching desire to share my time and place with those i love, especially those from home.

this is me. basically.

undoubtedly.

i'll miss this place/these people who have been so much of my life as of late.

i'll be found here again, by what means to ends for new beginnings i'll happen upon when i do.

but for now.

completely complacent.

funky.

never thought of it to happen.

the thought doesn't matter much anyway.

never long a moment forever. the next will be better today.

potential abound in the if. makes you wonder whether.

never mind the time is clear.

so many close to me here. and there. my corners are ever stirring amuse.

"hard times and funky living can season the soul, true enough, but joy is the yeast that makes it rise." tom robbins

kreuzing.

kreuzed around these streets. crossed by görlitzer galore. came back the succeeding day (it was) after a fine french 'fleury café' to a teeming turkish market for savory delights of chickpeas and artichokes. follow some good fortune with vintage italian leather fits and dior birthday bakelites, mine was pleased to be. two three.

just as we land in kreuzberg.

walked along the east side gallery, sunbathing all the way. despite the few to follow, it was altogether lackluster. on this side that is.

berlineage.

our first full day in berlin was uh gasp.

a full day of finding our way behind us. we walked the spots. stopped the tops between pours of rain and suns of shine.

something i really like.

to remember those murdered by the soviets in this spot.

that wall. remains.

bullet/shrapnel evidence.

lurk smirker.

to remember the jewish (specifically) who died here in result of wwii.

baroque gawk.

the dome. (and the tower)

down and out.

we go from københavn to køge to stege to elmelunde kirke to møns klint to stege to vordingborg to nykøbing to gedser to rostock, germany.

farewell for now.

møns klint. the natural white chalk cliffs of denmark. wowzerrrs.

so very lovely. the keepers lifted my light to highest heights.

couple km kick from elmelunde to the bakkelund b and b.

be day bri.

second bite bliss.

yummy kage. (la glace's h.c. hat.)

the day was a good one. baby brother's no longer.

follow a most super stykke kage and a varm chokolade we happened upon a cykle as a cherry on top and an extra spot of sukker to taste in a sweet sarah sing song.

supremely southerly swedishness.

late-afternoon baltic sea splash.

face-off.

ice aged/viking memorial.

north head.

via minna's stepfather's magnificent fishing boat.

love this one. can't thank her and her family enough for being so generous with their beautiful homeland.

one soon summer stay.