#personalnotes

Просто оставлю это здесь в качестве заметки для моего цифрового дневника.

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You know, I've been wanting to start a blog or a social media page for a while, but I've been holding off due to a lack of confidence and inspiration, but now's the perfect time. The blog won't be aimed at gaining subscribers, but rather as a way to grow as a creative. I'm not an experienced artist, but I'll just be posting sketches or collages here. I'm currently obsessed with a particular series: BBC's Sherlock (2010-2017), because I find the characters interesting, the plot engaging, and the actors beautiful (and not just the leading ones).

Winter Journey through Baden-Württemberg

Two weeks led my journey through Baden-Württemberg and its surrounding regions.

It is December, a time of retreat, muted colours, and slow steps. I spent a good week walking — through gentle hills, quiet vineyards, forests at rest, through places that breathe rather than speak.

I stayed in small private guesthouses, far from through traffic and busyness. In the evenings, I returned to homely hearths, to rooms with low ceilings, wood, warmth, and simple meals. In the wine-growing regions, winter had already stripped the vines bare; they stood like fine line drawings in the mist, restrained and concentrated. Everything was reduced to what is essential.

The highlight of this journey was Heidelberg — the city on the Neckar. It welcomed me with a quiet, winter-bright light. The river lay calmly in the valley, carrying the grey of the sky and reflecting a city that holds its history within itself.

A particular path led me upward: the Philosopher’s Way. A path that is more than a route. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Friedrich Hölderlin, Joseph von Eichendorff, Clemens Brentano, and Friedrich Scheffel once walked here — poets and thinkers who understood walking as a form of thinking.

It is said they saw the light differently up here. More permeable. Wider. As if the view into the valley opened the mind.

From the Philosopher’s Way also arose the image that preserves this moment: the view of Heidelberg Castle, lifting itself from the hillside, wrapped in mist, watchful and at the same time withdrawn. Beneath it, the rooftops of the city lie still, as if resting within the same breath.

The path itself was quiet. Damp leaves beneath my steps, bare branches, a gentle wind. Each step seemed a silent assent — to the landscape, to history, to one’s own present moment.

This journey was a walking inward. A lingering in winter, in transition, in simple being.

What remains is the feeling that places can speak when they are walked slowly enough, and that some paths do not lead to a destination, but to a way of being.

Travel notes, 5–14 December 2025