Martin, this is a place of history, some of it very sad. I hope to find the time to write some more about it.
If you have read Thomas Bernhard's "Wittgenstein's Nephew", this is the place where Bernhard and Paul Wittgenstein met for the first time. Not the exact building, there are about two dozens there, built at the turn from the 19th to the 20th Century. They are part of two institutions, the Tuberculosis Sanatorium, where Bernhard repeatedly stayed (called "Baumgartner Höhe"), and the Sanatorium "Am Steinhof", a Psychiatric Hospital, where Wittgenstein was being treated for his psychiatric illness. During World War II the institution Spiegelgrund was a place of horror of the worst kind.
A sky that's baby blue, a building powder pink, and a little white cloud as soft as a baby's bottom. I'm just as happy to remain with my happy little illusions that this picture brings than to know what went on below the surface. Appearances can be deceptive, certainly.
Thank you all so much for your precious comments on yesterday's post! I am working on a fresh post, but before finishing it, I need to tend to urgent business. Things have accumulated over the last two and a half weeks.
Thank you for your understand and for visiting, cordially, Merisi
I love that shot.
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ReplyDeletethis is a place of history, some of it very sad.
I hope to find the time to write some more about it.
If you have read Thomas Bernhard's "Wittgenstein's Nephew", this is the place where Bernhard and Paul Wittgenstein met for the first time. Not the exact building, there are about two dozens there, built at the turn from the 19th to the 20th Century. They are part of two institutions, the Tuberculosis Sanatorium, where Bernhard repeatedly stayed (called "Baumgartner Höhe"), and the Sanatorium "Am Steinhof", a Psychiatric Hospital, where Wittgenstein was being treated for his psychiatric illness. During World War II the institution Spiegelgrund was a place of horror of the worst kind.
..and all at once I saw a crowd, a host of Daffodils...one of my most favorite poems. Have a happy week Merisi. xo, Gina
ReplyDeleteWe had a beautiful sky here yesterday. So incredibly blue.
ReplyDeleteIt is a nice show of the little cloud and the neat building. Great colors.
ReplyDeleteOh Merisi. What a beautiful shot of a place with such sad history.
ReplyDeleteI like very much this poem !
ReplyDeleteHere, it's raining !!!
Have a good week !
A sky that's baby blue, a building powder pink, and a little white cloud as soft as a baby's bottom. I'm just as happy to remain with my happy little illusions that this picture brings than to know what went on below the surface. Appearances can be deceptive, certainly.
ReplyDeleteMerisi, thank you for sharing the hidden contrasts in this lovely scene. Please share more with us... your photo and lonely cloud are perfect.
ReplyDeleteBises,
Genie
Wispy beautiful~
ReplyDeleteYou make everything look beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you all so much for your precious comments on yesterday's post!
ReplyDeleteI am working on a fresh post, but before finishing it, I need to tend to urgent business. Things have accumulated over the last two and a half weeks.
Thank you for your understand and for visiting,
cordially,
Merisi
This looks almost like a painting by Magritte
ReplyDelete"The hills are alive with the sound of musicccccccccccc"
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbQSAdU4Qb4
funny that that Viennese sky looks distinctly Carolina Blue!!!
ReplyDeletehugs
Sandi
it looks really nice and comforting=)
ReplyDeleteVery little can surpass a blue sky on a bright day...lovely!
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