It is a still and tranquil day, the clouds covering over the sky, below the road bridge crossing the Sylvensteinsee there are winding steeps leading down to the shoreline below. Wandering along the shoreline I come across a number of rowing boots tied up at the water’s edge, reflecting their forms in the flat clear waters surface.
It is early spring, snow is still covering the upper reaches of the surrounding mountains, wispy clouds curl around their peaks, their forms reflected into the surface of the lakes’ waters.
The Sylvensteinsee is just down the road heading south in the direction of Austria. The bridge is one of my favourite places to stop as it spans over the dam. The mountainsides drop down to the surface of the lake, its waters transparent at the edges turning turquoise further in.
I read once that the lakes and mountains are the real landscape, the real world.