On the River Oder

In the summer time the river banks are full of flowers and there are groves where one can go swim. In the winter the stillness becomes impeccable. The trees on the river's edge stand like guardians, leaning into the sillness. I always seem to end up at the very same spot to re-encounter this motif. Even when it's lightly raining or snowing: the trees then appear even stronger, bolder and prouder. When the river rises the trees move their places. Then they become fishermen, their branches a multitude of swaying fish lines. The river and the trees always call me back. And the pictures that pop-up always seem to get the same name: On the River Oder.