The last days of winter

Last week i visited some cemeteries in Bad Salzuflen and -even the snow is long gone- it felt like winter. It was chilling to the bone because of an eastern draught which reminded me of this:

"You left the east wind to me," said Gimli, "but i will say naught of it."

"That is as it should be," said Aragorn. "In Minas Tirith they endure the East Wind, but they do not ask for its tidings."

(The Two Towers, Book 3: The departure of Boromir)

It was quite hard to endure it, but i managed it barely. Here are the results:

Bad Salzuflen, Germany

I was there quite early in the morning and was lucky because the sun vanished around noon in a grey mist.

The Cemetery itself is -from the landscape's point of view- very beautiful: It's on a side of a hill and has plenty of old trees which makes a -especially in hours like these- quite eerie atmosphere. Unfortunatly there was not a single grave that deserved special attention. Dreary headstones and dull crosses. No beauty is to be found there. The most interesting thing i photographed was this cross, and that is just barely interesting. It's definetly not a thing of beauty.

Bad Salzuflen, Germany

After leaving a bit disappointed i treated myself with the third visit of the cemetery in Herford. 

Herford, Germany

Herford, Germany

Herford, Germany

Herford, Germany

Herford, Germany

A few days later however i found a small cemtery in the suburbs of Bad Salzuflen and i was surprised to find angels! That is such a rare thing here in my county and i never would have thought that this is possible on a such a small cemetery here. 

Bad Salzuflen-Schötmar, Germany

Bad Salzuflen-Schötmar, Germany

Bad Salzuflen-Schötmar, Germany

Bad Salzuflen-Schötmar, Germany

Bad Salzuflen-Schötmar, Germany

Bad Salzuflen-Schötmar, Germany