Auf Beobachtungsposten – On observation post

Selbst wenn Du glaubst, Du bist ganz alleine an der Küste Fuerteventuras unterwegs: Du irrst! Sie beobachten Dich genau! Jeden Deiner Schritte, jede Deiner Bewegungen. Und spätestens beim markanten Knistern der Brottüte fängt der steinige Boden plötzlich an zu leben…

Regentropfen auf Blatt

The Enemies of Beauty. Guest Post by Simone Foedrowitz

Originally posted on Exploring Colour:
Thank you Liz for your invitation to describe my thoughts about beauty! ? When I fell in deep depression I lost my sense of beauty. ? ? I looked in the sky above and all that I saw were clouds, colours and light. But I couldn’t feel any joy. ? ? In the night I saw thousands of stars glittered over the sleeping city. But they did not impress me. My heart remained cold. ? ? Day to day, another piece of vitality was torn from me until only a desolate soul remained behind. Burnt…