Behind the refectory of Bochum University of Applied Sciences (Hochschule Bochum)
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This picture was taken at Bochum university of Applied Sciences, Bochum, Germany. It shows the place behind the refectory
Finally, re-stitched and with less errors.
A sunday in autumn in Bochum.
A Panorama taken at 25°C , 25th of September 2011. One of the last warm days in 2011
A view from the north side.
A view from the terrace in the chinese garden.
A view to the Pavillon in the Chinese Garden in the Botanical Garden, Bochum, Germany
A covered terrace on a sunny day in the end of September in the Bochum Botanical Garden.
An entrance view to the chinese garden in the botanical garden in Bochum, Germany on a sunny sunday.
Some flowers in the Botanical Garden in Bochum, Germany
Another 360° panorama from the botanical garden
Germany? Before the beginning there was Ginnungagap, an empty space of nothingness, filled with pure creative power. (Sort of like the inside of my head.)
And it ends with Ragnarok, the twilight of the Gods. In between is much fighting, betrayal and romance. Just as a good Godly story should be.
Heroes have their own graveyard called Valhalla. Unfortunately we cannot show you a panorama of it at this time, nor of the lovely Valkyries who are its escort service.
Hail Odin, wandering God wielding wisdom and wand! Hail Freya, hail Tyr, hail Thor!
Odin made the many lakes and the fish in them. In his traverses across the lands he caused there to be the Mulheim Bridge in Cologne, as did he make the Mercury fountain, Mercury being of his nature.
But it is to the mighty Thor that the Hammering Man gives service.
Between the time of the Nordic old ones and that of modern Frankfort there may have been a T.Rex or two on the scene. At least some mastodons for sure came through for lunch, then fell into tar pits to become fossils for us to find.
And there we must leave you, O my most pure and holy children.
Text by Steve Smith.
