The village awakens...
At times early mornings are just too picturesque to stay in bed. Being a bystander on a crisp clear day and watching the sun wield life into the fields is indescribably beautiful.
A different side of Eisenberg clearly getting the lion's share of sunlight. A house apart, a house of dreams and a house of life...filled with sheep, pigs, cats, chickens and of course a dog.
It doesn't seem like it but all I did was pivot to my right to get this shot of another angle. Sun still there but only haltingly.
Two strong birch trees frame a look upon Eisenberg's 'White House'...yes, a gigantic modernistic designed abode amid the more modest Kellerstöckels of old.
Doesn't this vine exhibit character? Or on second thought, it kind of looks like it is hanging on for dear life.
Halfway on my walk I was thrilled to get this view of my village. The bareness of an approaching winter is rather nice. Winter, a time to hibernate and regroup inside a cozy home.
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