Tree at Schlachtensee
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Tree at Schlachtensee

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A: Schlachtenseeufer

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处80远


B: Schlachtensee Berlin

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处80远

Schlachtensee Berlin

C: At the edge of Schlachtensee

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处120远

At the edge of Schlachtensee

D: Grunewald in Winter

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处140远

Grunewald in Winter

E: Grunewald Berlin

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处140远

Grunewald Berlin

F: Schlachtensee South End

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处240远

Schlachtensee South End

G: Schlachtensee South Side in Winter

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处250远

Schlachtensee South Side in Winter

H: View on Schlachtensee

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处290远

View on Schlachtensee

I: Iglu on Schlachtensee in winter 2010

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处610远

Iglu on Schlachtensee in winter 2010

J: Schlachtensee

摄影师Reinhard Schubert, 距离此处650远




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.