Deponie Arkenberge 2
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全景摄影师 Reinhard Schubert EXPERT 日期和时间 14:54, 08/09/2012 - Views loading...


Deponie Arkenberge 2

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A: Deponie Arkenberge

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处420远

Deponie Arkenberge

B: Konik horses at Schoenerlinder Ponds

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处700远

Konik horses at Schoenerlinder Ponds

C: Arkenberge 3

摄影师Wolfgang Peth, 距离此处830远

Arkenberge 3

D: Schoenerlinder ponds

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处850远

Schoenerlinder ponds

E: Arkenberge 2

摄影师Wolfgang Peth, 距离此处920远

Arkenberge 2

F: Arkenberge 1

摄影师Wolfgang Peth, 距离此处940远

Arkenberge 1

G: Schoenerlinde Dorfanger

摄影师Wolfgang Peth, 距离此全景3.0

Schoenerlinde Dorfanger

H: Karower Teiche 1

摄影师Wolfgang Peth, 距离此全景4.1

Karower Teiche 1

I: Karower Teiche 2

摄影师Wolfgang Peth, 距离此全景4.1

Karower Teiche 2

J: Botanischer Volkspark Blankenfelde 3

摄影师Wolfgang Peth, 距离此全景4.2

Botanischer Volkspark Blankenfelde 3



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.