A stunning time in Eisenberg.
It's almost impossible to not notice the static cold in the air. Somehow everything shifts into focus and shines with beauty.
Our local church misses nothing from its vantage point but has the ability to appear merely there in landscape, lives and time.
One of Eisenberg's suburbs!
How much more romantic could a stretch of vines be? Devoid of grapes yet still mesmerizing in their wintry uniform.
Our local birch tree occupiers wishing all and sundry a good start to their day.
Life seems to be a balancing act not just for us...
Biggi
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