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Columba and coffee in Cologne

On this rainy Sunday, we meet up with C. and R. in Cologne to us, "Noli me tangere" together in the current exhibition Kolumba to look at. Weather conditions are the factors that we travel by car instead of the web. So we can listen to music: the latest discs from Les Hommes Sauvages, PJ Harvey, Ana Calvi and Zaz (more on that later). In the center of Cologne, fences, bleachers waiting for us for the carnival days, costumed revelers on the streets now.







The museum, which we visited last two years, there again this stimulating blend of contemporary secular and religious of traditional art. Not everything is like us and the quality gap size. But discovering the great, high and wide spaces of Peter Zumthor's museum with the dull concrete walls and through the beautiful and views (floor to ceiling windows) we have enough, what arouses our interest and inspired us.






addition to the rooms themselves, it has impressed me most this time Paul Thek sculpture "Fishman" (1969) . A life-size male figure, latex models, which drives, lying on his back, arms outstretched like a corpse in the room and to which fish have docked. The flat shadows of man and fish is no less exciting than their three-dimensional representation. Even in some of the sacred Sculptures, altarpieces and paintings I find interesting details that I pick me with the camera. The fact that photography is permitted at all, is a further advantage of this museum.






We then let us taste a few blocks away in a nice coffee cake and coffee, chat with C. and R., the we have not seen her for a few months. Then we part ways again. When we see the return of the Media Park immediately no free parking, we start from home. The reconstructed Photo exhibition New Topograhics " wait. Maybe another time

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Winter Tired

The weather, I always see, watch it closely. Not a day goes by without a report or view of the thermometer. Sometimes I suffer from the weather, if it brings me a headache or I have to drive with bike through the rain. But all in all I can arrange it all so well. Mainly because I can not change it anyway and no one held responsible. The dearest despondent because sooner. Now she is above all: a winter-weary. Can the crisp cold ready to gain any more than the warm rain. Is the dry heated air and the wet way sorry. Wishes she were an animal, which keeps hibernating. And would like to bring howl spring. To comfort her latest show buds in the flower boxes on the balcony. And the green fuzz of the fields promises spring. Now only the clowns exercise of their office and drive out the winter.

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morning sky

stood In the dim half-light, but it will at a stroke very colorful. The sky explodes and burns brightly in the east. The morning throws with bright colors all over the place. Only later will the gray of the day gain the upper hand, with fog and drizzle come up, will last for days.

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business trip

One of the last two weekly trips to the leadership conference in Jülich, before I'll change my place in the spring. As my colleague S. today can not take the car and sunny, but chilly weather is expected, I choose to train bicycle version. The ten minute battle with the ticket machine I win eventually. At least the train driver strike spared to train my GER-Baal. From there it continues with the repaired wheel, always on the edge Rurniederung along the way to Jülich.



Besides the cars, which, glittering in the sun, quickly rush past, everything is empty and quiet. The Big Country, not a soul at the door, no grazing animals out there. A lonely rabbit, a buzzard ended up plus a couple of crows, a dead squirrel on the median strip. Bare fields and trees, which puts the winter in the bone. A bitterly cold headwind, but I'm cold, not because I was well packed and firm step into the new pedals. On the afternoon back then chickens and geese in a farm garden, children in carnival costumes, Extensors at work. Loud chirping birds in the thicket, silent birds of prey on trees and poles, two wild geese and a heron in flight. Everything rushes over. The sun drenched the country in a warm, soft light. The tracks are lit. It goes home.