It is now Christmas 1984, and on my recent trip through the Black Forest I bought a Grandfather Clock in the town of Triberg im Schwarzwald – which also served as a substitute Christmas tree that year in our apartment.
Wintertime in Germany can come early and last a long time – and did – during the years I was at Spangdahlem AB; here I took a picture looking down the street from in front of our apartment in Bruch – note that the house on the left is still unfinished.
Fast forward now to the spring of 1985, and the house in the middle of this picture is having the white “putz” finish applied over the outside of the external block walls (disregard the flaw under the lower window on the photograph).
I decided to take an early springtime walk around Bruch, and here my neighbors pose for my camera with a kiss while also taking a walk through the village.
Today I decided to take my usual stroll up the hill to the higher fields and forests surrounding Bruch, and here is a pasture with sheep grazing in the distance.
These sheep couldn’t wait to see who was coming up the lane and ran over to the fence to investigate, striking a pose for my camera at the same time.
This little goat was happy for some company and didn’t seem to mind my watching while he rested in the comfortable long grass.
These two cows seemed to enjoy a little attention and company as well, standing in front of what remains from a winter’s supply of firewood.
The sun creates a reflective image on my camera’s lens, as I look across fields and forests in the hills surrounding Bruch.
A view across the fields and forests on an early spring day to a neighbor’s farm nestled in the hills above Bruch.
A freshly planted field and a small orchard wait for spring to transform them into a summertime picture of abundance.
The Eifel is full of hills and deep valleys caused by the region’s distant volcanic past and constant erosion throughout the years.
Isolated trees stand within a farmer’s field as a spring crop creates a fresh green carpet all around them.
These trees stand as sentinels along a farmer’s lane that runs along the top of the ridge, as a local farmer goes about the business of the day.
A plowed field awaits planting in the warming springtime sunshine, while a Jäger’s or hunter’s elevated stand blends into the forest backdrop.
A farmer prepares his fields in preparation for planting as the wind carries away precious topsoil to some unknown distant location.