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There I was.
Looking down. Making sure I keep my feet on the ground.
Looking up. My head not quite in the clouds. Seeing the storks fly by.
Looking straight ahead. On either side, in the corner of my eyes is a sculpture.
Here they are.


Taking a few steps forward to stand between the two. Lucky me, they weren’t sphinxes.


And from a little way off, Diana is watching.
The Cosmic Photo Challenge: Three Shots from One Spot
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The former place of execution near the town of Beerfelden im Odenwald has a certain attraction to visitors. It lies outside the town on an open hill. A steady stream of cars stop, one takes a short stroll around the gallows, glances to the opposite hills, adds a few morose thoughts and drives off.
The town of Beerfelden thought they could profit from this steady stream of visitors and instead of them bypassing the town, one could lure them to stay awhile and spend some money.
Last time I was there, this boulder had been added to the site.

The verse (a pretty bad doggerel, not a parody but just really bad poetry) admonishes the visitors that it would be a mistake to leave without paying the inns and shops of Beerfelden a visit (only a 12 minute walk!).
As to my thoughts of this PR I’ll keep quiet, as it is
Silent Sunday