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Highlands haben einen ruhigen Charakter und sehen einfach einmalig schön aus.
Nachwuchs in Neuwittenbek,bei Freunden !
Der Mutter die mich nie geboren
hab ich heute Nacht geschworen
ich werd ihr eine Krankheit schenken
und sie danach im Fluss versenken.
The title was taken from Rammstein.
(Mutter is actually Mother in German, so it's up to you how you wanna interpret it since I'm in a somewhat fetal position)
Inspiration? Some events today, the Rammstein song and the editing colours/look was somewhat inspired by
this and this and the whole fetus concept.
Also credits to winkstock, ShiroOkami, Princess of Shadows and hair brush makers!!
Long story behind why I took this and
yes it's conceptual.
It looked MUCH better on my desktop, the colours there were tthe colours I really wanted the photograph to have, but when I checked the photo on my lappie it looked so different!!! Oh one more thing, the whole grainy-like look is intentional. I'm not really satisfied but oh well!
I had to totally reupload this cause I did my best to edit the colours on my laptop (No pshop!!!)
La chapelle de cette jolie petite église dénote avec sa voute étoilée en comparaison avec le lambris plus simple du corps de l'église, l'emprise du temps s'y fait doucement sentir même si celui ci semble s'écouler paisiblement hors des chemins trop fréquentés.
Bertl Mütter, Gerhard Laber & Tobias Vedovelli Trio - 27.01.2023 - Jazzit Musik Club Salzburg
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Besetzung:
Bertl Mütter: trombone
Gerhard Laber: drums, percussion
Tobias Vedovelli: double bass
Gestern war ich mal wieder bei meiner Mutter und deren Haus liegt dicht am Nord-Ostsee-Kanal- So lustig wenn die Schiffe "durch die Felder" fahren :-)
Übrigen gibt es kaum Mohnblumen in den Feldern.
Yesterday I was visited my mother and her house is near to the North Sea-Baltic Sea channel. Funny when the ships sail "through the fields" :-)
Actually, there are nearly no poppies in the fields.
The Raven
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered,
weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten
lore -
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came
a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my
chamber door -
'"Tis some visiter", I muttered, "tapping at my chamber
door -
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost
upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought
to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for
the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels
name Lenore -
Nameless _here_ for evermore.