Stiftskirche Buecken (2)
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Stiftskirche Buecken (2)

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A: Stiftskirche Buecken

Burkhard Koerner作, ここから20メートル

Stiftskirche Buecken

B: abandoned military base (3)

Burkhard Koerner作, 7.0kmかなた

abandoned military base (3)

C: abandoned military base (2)

Burkhard Koerner作, 7.1kmかなた

abandoned military base (2)

D: abandoned military base

Burkhard Koerner作, 7.3kmかなた

abandoned military base

E: Muehlencafe Arbeitsbereich Mueller

Dirk Rabe作, 7.4kmかなた

Muehlencafe Arbeitsbereich Mueller

F: Blenhorster Muehlencafe

Dirk Rabe作, 7.4kmかなた

Blenhorster Muehlencafe

G: Blenhorster Wassermuehle

Dirk Rabe作, 7.4kmかなた

Blenhorster Wassermuehle

H: Altes Saegewerk

Dirk Rabe作, 7.4kmかなた

Altes Saegewerk

I: Blenhorster Wassermuehle Muehlenrad

Dirk Rabe作, 7.4kmかなた

Blenhorster Wassermuehle Muehlenrad

J: Blenhorster Wassermuehle Schleuse

Dirk Rabe作, 7.4kmかなた

Blenhorster Wassermuehle Schleuse



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.