The old Castle
—Gruttenstein, Bad Reichenhall
Interested in a poem? This one is from the ‘Winterreise’ by Wilhelm Müller (1794-1827), translation by Celia Sgroi.
The Stormy Morning How the storm has torn asunder The heavens' grey cover ! The cloud tatters flutter Around in weary strife. And fiery red flames Dart around among them; That's what I call a morning That really fits my mood ! My heart sees in the heavens Its own image painted - It's nothing but the winter, Winter cold and wild !
If you want to hear it sung in German by Thomas Quasthoff, see it here on youtube round minute 59:00
Good photo to go with this poem. Thanks for your comment today. I agree with you about the odd billboard. It is a pharmacy in Oklahoma, so there is no telling about the audience. But the picture looks like something unhealthy is going on.
Lovely landscape, the tiny people giving it a nice sense of scale.