Wolke studies

WILD WANDERER – « Ich liebe Berlin » V2.3

I don’t know if it is only my imagination.

But I do think romantic painters has obsessed over the sky.

But I do think Berlin’s heaven is not the same as mine.

Then I understand their obsession.

Then, I don’t know if their fascination is real. I am not such an art erudit to know so. Maybe my art specialist of a cousin will know better.

Then, I don’t know if my celestial suposition is right. I am not such a meteorologist to know. Maybe Mister or Lady forecast would tell me if inner Europe skies are more powerful because more continental.

Or maybe I am just a romantic who get to wrong conclusion on everything.

I am only certain I am dazzled by the heaven’s landscapes. Far richer and more eloquent than home.

And this Berliner sky show is all I need to end my day along the LandwehrKanal, a beer and some not « gesund »* Käse rings, as I made the wish last spring (the canal not the cheese chips!).

The sky is pinking on my left as the sun reflects on trees on my right. I don’t know where to look to get my head in the clouds.