After a long long two weeks of always-less-than-18°C and pretty constant rain, today the sky is a flawless flaring blue, the sun is glaring and it’s almost 30°C. And I’m melting like an ice-cream cone in the hands of a luckless little kid.
(Well, who noticed the little reference to this morning’s post? :3)
Also, the brave little passion flower sprout now has 3 little siblings. I was just peeling the remains of the inner skins of the seeds off their adorably minute two leaves when I was hit by motherly feelings.
– Taken in Duisburg, Germany on Christmas day 2010. I went for a walk to the rhine park with my Dad, stumbling through ankle-high snow all the way because there usually isn’t that much snow around there.
The bridge is one of the 7 bridges of Duisburg that go over the river Rhine. It has quite a history (sorry, German only) – it has first been built in 1873, but has been destroyed and rebuilt a few times since then. Today, it’s used by regional trains, pedestrians and cyclists. I remember that walking across it feels somewhat scary because the path is right next to the train tracks, and when a train passes while you are walking across, everything shakes and is incredibly loud and I can never help but think that all the metal pieces surely must fall apart any second.
In the background, there are some typical landmarks of Duisburg, that is factory chimneys.
I like this shot because it shows natural beauty together with Duisburg’s industrial personality. It feels pretty, and honest.
Wherever you are on this earth, there are always pretty sunsets. (I think)
– Taken in September 2010 in a dense forest in Skultuna, Sweden during my work experience at the local school. I was running up a steeply rising, overgrown trail with two boys from 8th class during one of the physical education lessons where they did orienteering. I stopped for a second to take a shot of this beautiful kind of moss that was almost everywhere in that forest. Then I put on my rocket turbo to catch up with the two kids leading the way ahead of me – one of them regularly did orienteering as a hobby, and they wanted us to be the first team at the finish line. (We were.)