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Vor der Staedtischen Gallerie in Bietigheim-Bissingen, Baden-Wuerttemberg, in the South-West of Germany. Auf der Oberen Hauptstrasse zwischen Marktplatz und Hillerplatz im Kern der Altstadt. Im Hintergrund die Skulptur "Pavian" von Fritz Melis.
Nachtpanorama im Schloßhof von Bietigheim.
nächtliches 360°-Panoramabild in der Hauptstraße in Bitigheim bei der Hillerschule
Im Innenhof des Bietigheimer Schlosses: Vogtei, Amtshaus, Oberamtei; erbaut 1546. Bietigheim-Bissinge...
'Turm der Grauen Pferde' von Juergen Goertz, 1993.Hillerplatz. "Villa Visconti" zur Suedseite. Bietig...
360°-Panoramabild auf dem nächtlichen Marktplatz von Bietigheim
Nächtliches 360°-Panoramabild in Bietigheim vor der historischen Apotheke
nächtliches 360°-Panoramabild in Bietigheim vor dem unteren Tor
Stadt Bietigheim-Bissingen: Skulptur von Karl-Henning Seemann, Flößerbrunnen (1986-88). Brunnen vor d...
Within the "New Cemetery" of Besigheim in Germany. Lots of sunlight hitting the foilage of the peacef...
Stadt Besigheim an Neckar und Enz: Unter der Strassenbruecke der B27 ueber die Enz. Landkreis Ludwigs...
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.