Sonneberg Shack.

There's something about bricks, tiles and wood that catches the eye in a way that concrete can't.


This old shack stood near the Alte Muehle, and maybe functioned as a store for fuel for the winters. 


Speaking of winter, it had not yet retreated. The sun came out for a day lest we forget how he looked like.


Rest of the days, it was foggy, damp, lonely, and yet... enchanting.