Luckenbach

Sing, O Muse, of Luckenbach—that small village nestled in the Westerwald region of Germany like a pearl in its shell. It may not be renowned for any particular feat or glory, yet it holds a special throne within the chambers of my heart. Some of my wife's family still dwells there, and it has become a peaceful refuge for us from the clamor and bustle of city life, as a quiet cove offers respite from stormy seas.
Three trees standing on a grassy hill under a clear sky, black and white.
The landscapes are lovely as the gardens of nymphs, and the stillness of that place offers welcome relief from the noise of the world. It serves as a reminder that sometimes the simplest things can bring the greatest joy, as the simplest meals taste sweetest to those who have labored long. In the month of February, two thousand and eighteen.
Silhouettes of bare trees against a gradient sunset sky, transitioning from orange to blue.
Four silhouetted trees on a hill at sunset with vibrant orange sky.
Silhouettes of three trees against a pink and purple sunset sky, with a dark landscape below.
A solitary tree with bare branches at sunset in a field.
Sunset with three bare trees on a snowy hill.
Sunset with wind turbines silhouetted against a colorful sky, snowy landscape.
Snowy field with a solitary car on a road, under a blue sky with scattered clouds.