the bewitched garden

Outside the bewitched garden, I stand for a while, wondering again what secrets might be hidden within.

bewitched at the edge of town

While walking at dusk, I suddenly spotted this house. I had never noticed it before. Surrounded by a large overgrown garden, it seemed as haunted as it was eerie.
Would it have aroused your curiosity?
Would your desire for lost places have tempted you to penetrate the thorny thicket?
I just had to get closer.
The piles of junk by the house made me wonder. But even when there was a sudden clatter in the basement of the house, I remained stubborn. Why flee? What could possibly happen? 😅
But when a dark, tall figure stepped out of the door and came toward me, my heart did have a few lapses. 😨
Now what?!

Fernweh im Stadtstieg

Das Klagen bringt nichts, der Verweis auf das singuläre Ereignis auch nicht. Schon klar.
Aber irgendwie muß man sich ja mal Luft machen! Bibbernd. Zitternd im eisigen Ostwind, der nachts für unter -10° sorgt, es tags trotz Sonne auch nicht über 0 werden läßt – und den Schnee nicht tauen läßt. Von Frühling nach wie vor keine Spur!