Buesum City Harbor

Buesum City Harbor

Buesum City Harbor
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Buesum City Harbor

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Images à proximité de Nationalpark-Wattenmeer

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A: Buesum Industrial Harbor

Par Christian, à 100 mètres

Buesum Industrial Harbor

B: Buesum Main Beach

Par Christian, à 230 mètres

Buesum Main Beach

C: Buesum church

Par Christian, à 290 mètres

Buesum church

D: Buesum prawn cutter bridge

Par Christian, à 310 mètres

Buesum prawn cutter bridge

E: Buesum prawn cutter deck

Par Christian, à 310 mètres

Buesum prawn cutter deck

F: Buesum City Hall

Par Christian, à 330 mètres

Buesum City Hall

G: Buesum Shipyard

Par Christian, à 450 mètres

Buesum Shipyard

H: Buesum Harbor Entrance

Par Christian, à 570 mètres

Buesum Harbor Entrance

I: Buesum Caravan Area Entrance

Par Christian, à 680 mètres

Buesum Caravan Area Entrance

J: Buesum Flood Museum

Par Christian, à 700 mètres

Buesum Flood Museum

Ce panorama é été pris à Nationalpark-Wattenmeer, Germany

Ceci est un aperçu de Germany

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.

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