Up North … and Summer Ending?

So I’m hopping on the train once again and heading first to the northernmost tip of Germany on the Baltic Sea, where my mum lives. The house is slowly becoming too big for her (especially the garden, which needs a lot of looking after) and we’re currently trying to sell it.

The Baltic Sea is cold (18° one day, the next 20°, depending on where the wind comes from), but I go for a swim anyway, playing in the unusually high waves and thinking: this is the last time.

Oh Weiterstadt!

Weiterstadt, Open Air Film Festival Weiterstadt … I praise you!

Right now I am sitting on the train back home drinking an ice latte caramel oat milk … 4 super sweaty intense days behind me, organizing making layouting the daily festival magazine DER JOCHEN which has a long background story … will tell you later.

Here for the Sunday posting some photo impressions!! It was hell hot, 🔥 it was heartwarm, it was memory and meeting old film buddies, it was dusty and less trees than last time 10 years ago, it was passionately organized and embraced, it was the Woodstock of Southwest Germany!

Getting ready for the sun eclipse Wednesday!

Wetting the forest!!

The popcorn machine is arriving!

The JOCHEN fanzine, first day …

2nd day, with glow in the dark sticker!

Colour JOCHEN, 3rd day!

Schlingen

In my old home town area, there are four places – four buildings – whose names end in ‘Schlingen’: Einschlingen, Zweischlingen, Dreischlingen and Vierschlingen. Hundreds of years ago, these were customs posts. Travellers had to pay a fee to continue along the country road (they’re all on the same road, what’s now the B 68).

Zweischlingen is a cool venue with a restaurant and a disco; Dreischlingen used to be a brothel and has burnt down; Einschlingen is a community centre, some sort of social hub; and Vierschlingen … nobody knows anymore!

How would I translate ‘Schlingen’? Slings? Loops? Like little pauses on a string, that’s what they were and that’s what I animated!

Bochum Kunstmuseum Kids Workshop

I’ve never run a workshop for such young children (aged between 7 and 10) before … but I have to say: it’s great fun! Most of them were accompanied by a parent … and together we walked to the park, collected flowers and other plants, performed some impromptu dances and had a brilliant time! The kids were very curious and weren’t at all shy about experimenting with the camera, even though they’d never seen one before in their lives!