Dusseldorf Hofgarten frog fountain
This panorama shows the Märchenbrunnen fountain in the beautiful Hofgarten park in Dusseldorf, Germany, during the fall. The Hofgarten, described as "one of the most beautiful and appealing parks of modern times" (”Die Kunstdenkmäler der Rheinprovinz“) covers 27 hectares stretching from "Schloss Jägerhof" to the river Rhine (source: familie Thonemann website).
The fountain itself shows a group of children originally sculpted by the French sculptor Max Blondat (1872-1925), who was one of the most succesful sculptors during the turn of the 20th century. The sculpture was first shown in 1904 at the International Art- and Gardenexhibition in Düsseldorf. Unfortunately, the original sculpture was damanged by vandalism and was replaced by a duplicate in 1985. The original sculpture was restored and can now be seen in the Stadtmuseum. Other duplicates of the fountain can be found in Zürich (Switzerland), Dijon (France), Odessa (Russia) and Denver (USA).
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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!
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.