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The Aseler Bridge from 1887 is normally submerged in the depths of Lake Edersee - with around 10-11 metres below the water surface! Due to the damming of the Eder ("Edertalsperre") in 1914, it had to give way to the floods of Lake Edersee. But when the water level is extremely low, as it was this year, it reappears and is a popular attraction for tourists and residents.
Palau de les Arts Reina Sofía
Valencia Opera House
one of four (!!) wonderful auditoriums
Architecture by Santiago Calatrava
Taken in the village of Thini in north central Nepal, an empty street with lined with traditional houses. Dhaulagiri, the 7th highest mountain in the world is shrouded by clouds at the end of the street.
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“There's just something obvious about emptiness, even when you try to convince yourself otherwise. ”
Quote ― Sarah Dessen
Location: Eemshaven (seaview), Groningen, the Netherlands
Happy New Week ahead ;-)
“To notice the beauty in things left behind is to see the soul of the life it once lived.” - Heather Durren
A veces me parece que una canasta, unas diagonales o una portería de futbol son metáforas de la vida misma. Jugamos y jugamos empeñados en tratar de meter más puntos o goles de los que necesaria e irremediablemente recibiremos.
Ley de vida.
Pic for #FlickrFriday theme #EmptySpaces
A trio of Lehigh Valley Rail Management switchers haul an empty ingot car from Lehigh Heavy Forge Corporation.
Some children made bird feeders from half apples. A few days later the birds had been very thorough! Sometimes of a morning I feel this way too :)
Poem today, a bite of Robert Frost, After Apple Picking
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.