Fulfilled with motivation until the edge I got up on this day already at 6 am. The backpack was ready, almost everything prepared, only breakfast was left to eat.
But due to some miraculous delays it was finally after 7.30 am when I left my house for the trip.
It was a weather where even angels are getting dirty feet.
I was captured by the complexity of the topic, what I have to research on the upcoming days of the trip - it was not the whole world I would like to explain, but the almost the whole Swiss midlands.
But slowly the certainty grew in me, that here in Switzerland the things are just, what they appear to be.
Patina is not a result of uncontrolled processes, it's only existing, where it is allowed to be.
After a silent call from Theo van Doesburg my self-esteem was established.
What should I care about clouds as long we have electrical light.
A farewell bouquet.
Instead of walking, this would be the only other possible travel solution for me.
A last wistful glance back to my hometown.
During which I have been already caught from the call of the unknown distance.
And I crossed the city limits.
Right behind already the first shop, where the people with to large gardens could buy unspeakable ugly furniture in mammoth sizes to fill it up.
But also a good example of successful combination of the construction materials brick, concrete and wood.
A forgotten colour combination.
A forbidden colour combination.
At least they don't pretend with the garden filling to be nice.
The price of Switzerland.
In its pure form the milk farm is rather similar as human:
At the top hole you fill in the food (hay).
At the bottom hole you receive dung.
And somewhere in the middle it produces sometimes something good.
Other countries, other street credibility.
The canton Argovia is the only one I know that is promoting itself solely because its excellent passage possibilities.
Therefore a very typical picture.
Where I was seriously thinking if I should have lunch at 10 am... to honour Robert Venturi.
At the first point with a certain long-sight I took a bearing. Now I was sure, that it's also in Lausanne raining.
"We search"/"We search" - best conditions for a business.
The reincarnation of - a walrus.
This was not the first and not the last memorial I saw on that street.
But to be serious about my thoughts: he looks like a speedster and he died like one - the only thing I can't understand is, why the dependants are keeping on to punish the tree, it's the only one who is innocent.
A nature preservation.
Just an example of nice old graphic design.
Not the same nice design, but some kind of autonomous youth organisation.
When Disneyland clerks are building a new village centre.
I can't read it exactly, but I think it's Switzerland out of the point of view from a hunter.
My rain brake lunch brake - fish and chips, local style.
From outside, after the rain.
I don't know why, but I think, the Swiss are the only ones who fail completely when they try to stage stolidity... it's not the fact, that stolidity isn't part of their being, no it's opposite, the sense for staging is not well developed.
An erotic dream came true.
Rural ornaments.
The number of different roofs applys as an indicator of richness.
Almost as real.
When houses don't know, what they are.
Also schizophrenic, but good: half villa, half farm.
Camouflage chickens.
The new is not bad because it's new, it's bad because it's out of proportions.
Typical Argovian economic space.
Farmers garden.
The dimensions in that landscape.
To let - or let it be.
Traditional farm house in Boswil.
, Permanently closed - so it's the perfect wedding-church.
It's not that obvious, but the picture is just about the 'bubble' flowers.
A charming flower shop.
An interesting variation of a topic.
When people are taking their business serious - the bbq-car.
It's the variation of the rule what makes something special.
To retain on past stories.
The house is the message.
Under the volcano.
View from my first room, back to there, where I started this morning.
My first dinner.
My typical evening occupation (it took more as five days, until I started to read in the book that I carried with)
As so many moments later it was a great tempest ambience.
It's so good to enjoy it from inside.
But also inside I had fun with the cam.
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