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全景摄影师
Carsten T. Rees
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Schlossbergring, Freiburg, Breisgau世界 > Europe > Germany > Baden-Wuerttemberg |
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The city centre of Freiburg is circled by some 4-laned streets called "The Ring". This one in particular is named after it's neighbouring mountaineous area.
From this spot you have a marvellous view of both the city and the adjacent "Schlossberg", a green pa...
A pittoresque little lane full of small shops and restaurants, cafés and pubs. Quite noisy at night w...
This is a beautiful narrow street in the historic part of Freiburg city. The goods in the shops here ...
The "Wolfshöhle" (Cave of the Wolfs) has held many proprietors: mostly used as a restaurant, nowadays...
The sand stone building is the officialty of the Roman-Catholic archdiocese of Freiburg, home of the ...
A street rather adversely cut through the city's actual centre, named after the "Lords". Strange, but...
This sturdy gate has received it's name because of the direction towards the East, from where the arc...
In the 17th century the Schlossberg of Freiburg was heavily fortificated by French troops. Before the...
This is the workshop for the stone masons that are in charge of keeping the facade of the Freiburg Ca...
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.