This time it was idea to get up at 6am, actually it was just a couple of days after the clock change to summertime, also called daylight saving-time. Well, because of the change, I didn't managed to get up at 6, it was seven now, what was just one week earlier 6... and it was not much daylight, maybe, because it must be saved for better times.
As usually I started with a French breakfast. Since last time somebody told me, that my interpretation is rather wrong, there shouldn't be an egg, and a croissant is missing anyway. Well, I can't spare the egg, it gives me to much energy, but I bought the biggest 'croissant parisien' what I could find, and to propitiate the French angels of vengeance about my mistake with egg, I made a nice moustache to the breakfast and I gave it a Gauloises to smoke - it looks like we are fine now.
For my own pleasure I added about 2 kg of additional weight to my backpack, finally it will have a weight of about 15 kg - I will continuously add some ballast, until I'm there.
I left the house, I saw it was like a bad hair day for blooming trees.
In a well-saturated society it is very hard to find a new undiscovered business area. For example, there are already some guys anywhere out there, who are producing fabrics, what are changing concrete walls to hedges.
"Better slow instead wild game/rabid"
It has almost something aristocratic, how the forest axis is guiding to the palace.
A very clever disposal concept - they offer horse dung for free.
Just foal baby is ashamed to be represented in an identifiable way in that context.
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Ruine Alt Regensberg (castle ruin)
That's probably the main difference between Switzerland and Scotland. In both countries it's very possible to find pile of stones, from which it is asserted that it has been a castle in mediaeval times. But in Switzerland they are to visit for free. In Scotland it costs at least 5 Pounds Sterling admission, so I dare to say that the story in Switzerland is true, and in Scotland it's a fake, because they have still to pay the assembling costs for that settings with that money.
Accurate defined borderline. Right at the back side of this stand the nature reserve begins.
It's really humiliating - but just in the moment when I came to that point, I started to sing Wonderful Life, but not the good one from Hurts, it was that one from Black, for real. As I mean to remember, Duncan Campbell (the singer of UB40) told once in an interview, that this song from Black is the 'whitest' song he knows at all. And he made quite clear, that this wasn't intended to be a compliment in any way.
Suddenly you get to a point in your life, when everything starts to make sense: small lake, small rail tracks, small railway station.
A tree with digesting troubles.
After the special experience I made on my last walk with markings on trees I started to feel very uncomfortable at this point. But maybe it was really just to mark the street for car drivers.
But have fun!
It looks like a caution label and it's written on it: "The beach is unattended, taking a bath and swimming on OWN RESPONSIBILITY"
I would say, that's not a warning, that's a fair deal.
Even after several walks I wonder about my ability for enthusiasm. I knew, that there behind the hump is the airport, but in the same moment I thought, that it looks here like in a hiking resort of the Emmental at the mountain site.
The beauty of this morning - I don't know exactly, what it is, is it a farmhouse, or a small factory - I don't know. But obviously they knew what they did, and they did it well.
The same from the back - cool setting, not?
More and more I realised, that in this part of the world walking on the community borders means to walk in forests. That's actually not worst if you like forest. And I do so. But, it means at well, that there is not as much to tell - I could start to count trees or something, but what would be the story about it?
Because the weather was not that exciting, I was mostly alone in the forest, so I started to sing - according to my notes following songs:
- Over the rainbow by Judy Garland (1939), caused by the weather conditions already a hiking classic for me
- It's a sin, Pet Shop Boys (1987) - I'm very often chased by this song, when I see buildings
- Wicked game, not by Chris Isaak, that one from Les Reines Prochaines (1995 - makes much more fun to sing, it's even one of the only songs, where the cover song is better as the already excellent original)
- Sound of silence, Simon & Garfunkel (1966)
- The lion sleeps tonight, the Tokens (1961) - that's actually one of the songs i could sing with several voices, one with the mouth, some more in the brain
- Yellow submarine, the Beatles (1966)
- ça plane pour moi, Plastic Bertrand (1977) - this one was by purpose, I just discovered, that all songs are English, and I thought, I should attach more with the French.
- Fool's Day, Blur (2010)
So, if I calculate the average publishing time of this songs they have been written shortly before my birth, well, actually even earlier, because the last one is a pure lie. I just put it to the list, because the I can't stand the truth, that I don't know any contemporary songs to sing... I'm afraid about my taste, the only one I know with even a worse one is this who made the presentation movie of the town - what is he doing regulary, writing porn movie themes?
It's not only me who is searching for some additional activity - as it looks also the forester is doing more as his business should be, he's into land art, see also the Walter De Maria like installation at the picture above this one.
Even snails could be beauties.
I guess, the people at the town council are getting very nervous now, since I made that picture public. That's the most uncommon building I saw on this trip, a contemporary ruin. It's like the antithesis of everything what Switzerland stands for.
After a couple of hours in the forest, already a wrongly stacked wood pile might be an appealing alternation.
Another singularity in the Swiss time/space continuity: A part of development, what's not used anymore, or what is not creating growth.
Somewhere there behind, the wild wild west begins.
Still life.
I was staying there and the light changed, a slight touch of sunlight came in. It was just perfect to make a picture but there was nothing in sight, what was worth a picture. So I just shoot into the forest.
I know, that there are people out there, who take as top criteria for choosing an art piece when the colours of it are fitting with the couch. The same people are choosing houses that they fit with the car.
Staying there, making picture, a lady left the house and came to me. She asked me, why I am taking pictures of the house. I was confused, didn't answer properly, I just told that I'm a hiker. So she gave her self the answer "Ah, you find it nice, that's why". I answered with a disbelieving "yes". She went back in, and she was happy.
You know, that's the neighbour house. As you could see, the natural level is going down in the direction of the street, but the (flat) garden is even higher as the garden from the house at left, what would be more elevated. Kind of a miracle - how is this possible?
Flintstones... Meet the Flintstones,
They're a modern stoneage family.
From the town of Bedrock
So, how should I discuss with Cro-Magnon people about aesthetics or even ethic? They need first to guarantee their survival.
Already four times he had to lift the wall. Maybe he's happy today - but probably not.
There was a day, when Ben found the column topping at the construction shop of his confidence. Since that day his life reached a complete new quality.
Vote for Beat - he is thinking so strongly about the matters of society, that his head is already to heavy to be carried just by the neck.
Just a very nice logo.
Everything else would be very surprising.
Seven Swiss with one shot - I'm The Valiant Little Hiker.
A very independent interpretation of traditional buildings in precast concrete; Grossstadtfeeling!
This is it!
There is on one side something what they tell about Swiss architecture in glossy magazines, and on the other side is the truth. Here a representative overview of about 50 years of housing development: that's everything what you could expect.
Traditional folk song:
"After the rain shines the sun / after crying there will be laughter"
Maybe the most beautiful farm in the world.
Lovelovelove
You see, it's very easy to satisfy me.
Jackpot! This was the loudest call I've ever heard to make a lunch brake.
Only the outlook might be improved.
A resistance piece.
Cruel but clever - the hunters strewed salt on the stands construction. To make the game feel comfortable at that place.
Robin of Gubrist.
The panorama from the peak of mount Gubrist (615 m over sea level).
???
And suddenly I had a very authentic memory to the thrill I felt, when I watched Crimewatch as a child.
Good illustrative material to learn how trees are growing.
A cool megasculpture.
But also here I was not able to find the plate on which the artist is mentioned.
At 15.45h I was back at the start. I was slightly exhausted, it was a good idea to add some weight, after I had muscle ache for 2 days.
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