Gifhorn 08

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Photo panoramique par Igor Marx / panoramarx.de Pris 15:46, 01/06/2009 - Views loading...

Gifhorn 08

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Images à proximité de Germany

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A: Danube ship mill (Mill Museum Gifhorn)

Par Burkhard Koerner, à 10 mètres

Danube ship mill (Mill Museum Gifhorn)

B: Gifhorn 09

Par Igor Marx / panoramarx.de, à 70 mètres

Gifhorn 09

C: Gifhorn 07

Par Igor Marx / panoramarx.de, à 170 mètres

Gifhorn 07

D: Gifhorn 10

Par Igor Marx / panoramarx.de, à 180 mètres

Gifhorn 10

E: Gifhorn 11

Par Igor Marx / panoramarx.de, à 220 mètres

Gifhorn 11

F: Gifhorn 01

Par Igor Marx / panoramarx.de, à 230 mètres

Gifhorn 01

G: Gifhorn 12

Par Igor Marx / panoramarx.de, à 230 mètres

Gifhorn 12

H: Gifhorn 02

Par Igor Marx / panoramarx.de, à 240 mètres

Gifhorn 02

I: Gifhorn 20

Par Igor Marx / panoramarx.de, à 250 mètres

Gifhorn 20

J: Gifhorn 19

Par Igor Marx / panoramarx.de, à 250 mètres

Gifhorn 19

Ce panorama é été pris à 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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