At the western banks of the Elbe River a network of small rural communities forms a county. I enter a town that looks like this.
I walk down lanes that remind me how different life must once have been. The locals obviously make an effort to conserve the atmosphere of another time, down to the details.
Juggling with the old and the new …
… this is a quiet place.
Trains don’t come around here any more.
I leave town and arrive at the edge of the forest.
Through the trees sun light filters on autumn leaves.
A place to run into little red riding hood or the wolf.
I probably just missed them.