I've just arrived at the tail end of the rhododendron season, so must hope I get a few sunny days before it is all done and gone. Fortunately, the overcast brings out a lot of subtle details and colors. Glad I got back for any -- last year I had to miss it.
I love to drive my way through the villages in search of small, rural, Gothic churches here in Lower Silesia.They are almost in every village.
Picturesque, set among greenery and old trees.Surrounded by old walls made of field stone, in which tens of hundreds-year-old tombstones stand.Often on the hills.Sometimes in the places,where ancient Slavic tribes worshipped their indoeuropean gods.
Peaceful and quiet. A breathtaking peace of past centuries. Considered in remembering the events that they witnessed.
It is not seldom that I stumble on a beautifull piece of art and always I meet the great,living history face to face.Just like discovering new worlds.
Recently I visited one of them, built around 1220 by the Benedictines, who wanted to establish an abbey there. It did not work out, but the church remained.
