Yesterday I was looking up, today I am looking down.
Our group was on a hike and we had a break at the Teufelsfels (devil’s peak) which is crowned by a tower called Langer Heinrich (long Henry). The mayor who was influential in having the tower built in 1985 was called Heinrich Heimfahrt – I wonder why they didn’t use his last name for the tower, it means literally “the drive home”. Which is what we did soon after.
But not before changing the perspective completely and looking out over the Hunsrück, the low mountain range stretching towards Luxembourg.
My Square Perspective no. 4 is linked toThe Life of B.
Once upon a time there was a small river running through a part of my hometown.
My sisters still remember playing on the railing and in the water. I am a few years younger and by my time the Grundelbach was already covered and ran for about 1 km beneath the road.
The town’s hospital was built over it and
the fire station next to it.
But even that is history now. There is a new regional hospital and a modern fire station away from the hills which hampered expansion. On the site is now a supermarket, a car park, and the traffic is led through a tunnel. On top of all that a large development with flats for the elderly and doctor’s offices has been established
Historic photographs are mounted on the walls.
At present, there is a building site for residential houses opposite which makes a panorama shot of the photographic mural difficult. But I might revisit the photos in a year’s time when the pedestrian area is free again.
Originally I wanted to start off with this shot. I love the vibrant colours and that they almost look as if the umbrellas are flying freely in the sky. So I was tempted to do this:
My Square Perspective no. 3 is linked toThe Life of B.
As beautiful as his tail is, he deserves to be shown in his full size. And yes, I’m sure it was a he. And no, I won’t make any jokes about a squirrel and his nuts.
It’s not the most impressive monument or building but the bridge dates back to the Romans and it had some strategic value to them as even small rivers and rivulets have to be crossed if an army is on the move.
The school where I teach is still closed so currently I don’t commute. But once we’ll start again there will be changes. I used to take the car but I started to feel bad about it since it is really a short distance. Then I got a small scooter (not an e-scooter, mind you) and realised that these little toys are just that – toys: fun for a short distance but not built for longer trips, even on slightly rough roads because they have hardly any buffers.
I started to combine the scooter with the tram or bus which was okay except that I needed a bulky backpack to carry all my teaching equipment. Together with carrying the scooter this doesn’t work too well if there is lots of other commuters. And then one day I fell, I still don’t know why, my glasses broke and my face was bloodied. And my pride severely injured.
But now I have Wynona. Wynona Rider (sic!) – a stupid pun because the make of the bike is called “Winora”. But I’ve already clocked up 500 km on her and the car has mostly stayed in the garage. I’ve learned to assess my grocery shopping so that it fits in the side bags.
Cee’s challenge got me to think about the route of my commute – it’s not far but I want to avoid unnecessary traffic pitfalls for cyclists. I took my camera and here it is:
Leaving the yard and it’s downhill immediately. It’s pretty steep and that should wake me up in the morning! At the foot of the hill is the tram station on the right.
I turn to the left and have a cycle route that changes into a road lined with trees. I cross over a bridge and down a long cycle path to keep me away from the heavy traffic. I pass a large crossing (no photos, I was busy pedalling) and after 3.75 km I have arrived at the school.
Now let’s see if I find this as much fun once summer turns into autumn and winter with wet and cold weather.
I was sorely tempted to cheat this time. I’d been out with my bike, caught some wonderful flowers with bees, then on my way home I came past this underbridge – train tracks next to the small country lane and the autobahn overhead with some interesting graffiti. When I was just packing up a freight train went past and I got the engine and some wagons and that was the end of it.
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