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Sunday Music

“Geschichte wird gemacht – es geht voran !”
Band Fehlfarben, song Ein Jahr

 

And history was made in Wembley when Mr JOSHUA knocked out Mr KLITSCHKO, a clean fight, a clear victory, a generational change. Let’s hope that Vladimir understands the message written on the ring floor, and quits. Enough of this.
Yesterday was the only sunny day in a row, and for the week to come, so I took a stroll on the banks of the river Main. Here is some photographic evidence.
To give a general impression, this is a view from the right river bank towards the left one, lot of mistletoes growing there in the trees.

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Der MAIN, FRANKENS Stolz

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Nice and sunny, and no, our rivers are not flowing uphill. Of course they could, if they’d decide to.

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Where unruly tourists end up

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Communities are generously providing health facilities for free, everyone is invited to a round of Wassertreten, also called Kneippen.

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Detail der Wassertreterei

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Stepping through cold water is a bit exhausting, so it is time to try the local street furniture.

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It is actually more comfortable than it looks.

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Franconians, at least many of them, like to decorate their environment. There is always place for some flowers, or stuff. So on your way back to the car you may spot something like this :

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There’s always space for a flower.

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And your reward for following me up to here : A short bourée by Christoph GRAUPNER (1683-1760) (Ger., Eng.).
I hope you like the music. May we all have a peaceful week !

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A Man Who Makes Baskets

On my visit to the country fair this caught my attention :

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Koerbe 1

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Baskets made from splint, Spankörbe. He made them there.

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Koerbe 2

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I had asked him before I took the photograph. He visits the fair every year, but is not sure about the coming year. He’s in his late seventies and has no successor, and in his village he is the last Spankorbmacher. He does not work with willow, he makes no wicker baskets. The stuff you see in the next picture in the foreground is what he uses, gespantes Holz.

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Koerbe 3

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He said that the actual making of a basket is in the end the shortest part of his work. Preparing the wood takes much longer.
The craft is still taught (here), but I think it’s a small school.
I especially liked that he just came with his baskets, a chair and his tools & materials. No coffee tables, no banks or free lunch for the “important” guests, just a man who makes baskets.

Ruins

Now and then I meander towards the bookshelves and take out something that grabs my attention.
This time it was a book with photographs of old things:
Tote Technik. Ein Wegweiser zu den antiken Stätten von Morgen. Fotos Manfred HAMM (Ger.). Herausgeber Rolf STEINBERG (some books he edited). Einleitender Essay Robert JUNGK [they should realy re-work their site!] (Ger., Eng.), Berlin 1981.
I think it was not yet called “urban exploration” then. And it hits me like a ton of bricks, its 32 years since this book was published!

They show
– “Gemäuer des Krieges” (Verdun, Maginot-Linie, Atlantikwall, (Ger., Eng.)),
– Barry Docks (Eng., pics,  flickr),
– “Versunkene Häfen (New York, Brighton, Port Winston),
– England’s last aircraft carriers (Ark Royal and Eagle in Cairnryan),
– “Ruinen der Montankrise” (“the ancient age of coal and steel”),
– “Die neuen Pyramiden” (heaps of dead cars in Philadelphia and the West Side Elevated Highway in NewYorkCity),
– “Tod in Tucson” (the airplane cemetery in Arizona),
– “Frühe Stätten der Weltraumfahrt” (Cape Canaveral after Apollo), and
– “Morsche Mailer” (ruins of the “atomic state” (Atomstaat (Ger., Eng.) as we used to call it back then, before the Green Party even existed; nuclear power plants at the end of their life cycle) – everything becomes history).

There’s noting to it, just a book and some links. And 32 years.

Feiertagsausflug

Yesterday we had the “Tag der Deutschen Einheit” (Ger., Eng.) (with a large “D”; before 1990 it was the 17th of June, with a small “d”), the German Nationalfeiertag since 1990. Clear sky, golden light, strong wind, so it was time for a trip into the countryside, a visit to the Trimburg (Ger.; reconstruction). The Burg sits on a spur over the valley of the Saale (Ger., Eng.), several small footpaths lead up the hill. We decided to use one a bit further away, ascent through old vineyards. It’s pretty steep, but you reach the plateau and then walk towards the Burg through the forest on nearly flat paths.

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Staffel auf

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Staffel ab

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They put a lot of effort in the old Burg, secure the walls and gables, and make sure that no visitor is hit by a falling rock. New glass roofs are constructed over two halls; the openings for windows can be shut with wooden panels; they held concerts, exhibitions, readings etc. in the rooms, and through the season (until October) every Sunday one of the local Vereine keeps the Burg open, sells something to eat from the grill, some drink – and of course there is always a Kuchenbuffet: Some of the ladies are very talented cake bakers!

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Stufengiebel

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Modernes Dach

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This time we got nothing. On arrival we noticed a very large bus from Sweden on the parking lot, and many sated and content Swedes were walking around the place. They had raided the place Viking style, not one single slice of cake left.
Nevertheless the Bergfried is impressive, and the prospect is friendly.

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Bergfried

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Gegend

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So we walked back to the car and went into the village in the Saale valley. A friendly man had told us that a vineyard was holding its Heckenwirtschaft (Ger., Eng.). It was a good tip, and I met a very friendly Kerner (Ger., Eng.). My experience with wine from the Saale is limited, but it seems to be a very self-willed, individual one, surely worth further study.
Walking around the village we saw  a corral for garden gnomes, a belling stag on a wall and a strange base of a house, but generally the rural idyll prevailed.

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Gartenzwerggehege

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Der Hirsch röhrt

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Haussockel

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Düll

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In the house to the left we find a distillery, but I had not yet a chance to test their products. Today it’s grey and cold, the weekend will add strong rainfall, time to switch the heating on.

Postscriptum

To help Foam with an accumulation of Heimweh after having seen the oh so pretty pictures of the alte Heimat above, here’s an actual  view from my desk into the grey cold wet wilderness that Franconia really is.

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