A green metal chair lies overturned on a cracked, overgrown concrete surface. Weeds and dry grass sprout around it, and dense green shrubs and foliage cover the background, indicating neglect and disrepair in the area.
This week's #TrainTrackTuesday features the village of #Tarmstedt. I just had to stop here during our cycling tour to take photos and lost my family. Of course I took a wrong turn and had to retrace my, uh, steps. Well, worth it.
#FotoVorschlag: Gehört das dort hin? // Does this belong here?
Dieser arme #Stuhl hat seine Herde verloren, scheint sich aber an das Leben im Wald angepasst zu haben // This poor #chair has lost its herd, but it seems to have adapted to a solitary life in the woods
Located in an up-and-coming area, this striking property offers a flexible layout, abundant space, and exciting potential to be so much more. The sun-drenched residence boasts bright and airy rooms with unobstructed panoramic views of a leafy urban oasis. The location of this unique dream home is the epitome of convenience, with a tram stop just steps from the rustic entrance. Don't miss out on this remarkable #house and make it your own!
On Sunday, I took my bike and explored some districts in the south of #Magdeburg. In #Westerhüsen, I found some #urbanDecay, but also rural vibes, understated street art, colourful houses, and a lot of nature. This #door caught my eye immediately. I don't know what the #building used to be – maybe a #post office, with the #postBox and yellow details?
Nature’s resilience on full display at Lassen Volcanic National Park. A landscape shaped by fire and time, now bursting back to life with vibrant greens and flowing waters.
Look what I found behind the house! I hope it still qualifies for #TrainTrackTuesday, even though this line closed in 1998 and is now mainly used by foxes and roe deer.
When cemeteries are forgotten, only silent witnesses of time remain. Ivy climbs around rusted fences, and nature slowly reclaims the once-tended graves. The silence grows denser, and memories fade. Yet in the melancholy of these places lies a quiet beauty that speaks of life's transience. Every rusted fence, every weathered gravestone whispers stories that no one hears anymore.
Wenn Friedhöfe vergessen werden, bleiben nur die stummen Zeugen der Zeit. Efeu rankt sich um verrostete Zäune, und die Natur erobert langsam die einst gepflegten Gräber. Die Stille wird dichter, die Erinnerungen verblassen. Doch in der Melancholie dieser Orte liegt auch eine stille Schönheit, die von der Vergänglichkeit des Lebens erzählt. Jeder verrostete Zaun, jedes verwitterte Grabmal flüstert Geschichten, die niemand mehr hört.
Stumbled upon this hidden gem while exploring today. Love how nature is taking over!
There's something deeply beautiful about these neglected places. They tell stories of time and change, of how nature patiently takes over when human activity ceases. The quietness of the scene, with only the sound of leaves rustling in the breeze, added to the sense of peaceful solitude.
Of course I took a wrong turn and had to retrace my, uh, steps. Well, worth it. 
