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This tower, called “Blauer Hut” (blue hat) because we think it used to have a slate roof, was part of the town wall encircling Weinheim.
There are a number of reasons why nostalgia combines with snow in my mind. It always looks so clean and pristine when it is first fallen and gives even old buildings a new and shiny coat.
I always want to capture it very quickly because it lasts so seldom in our area. I often think if I don’t take a picture of it today it will be gone tomorrow.
A really old door. I remember when it wasn’t broken (which makes me old in turn, I guess). And I remember the story that my father had to climb down from window to the floor inside to rescue my grandma’s cat. Because the door was thick and strong and already rusted then and nobody had a key.
This is the whole tower where this is door can be found:
And yes, that is the back garden of my parents’ house.
The tower has been restored last year. I don’t like the smooth surface now but it was possibly the only way to keep it safe. Anyway, the gorgeous view of the other side remains the same:
This painted house, called the Hornbacher Steinhäusel, features children and dwarves and little animals searching for and then greeting St. Nicolas. The dwarves (or possibly gnomes or brownies) carry lanterns for the children to find their way in the dark woods.
A country lane vs. a test stretch on the autobahn for hybrid lorries.
Different angles of one bridge.
And finally “vanishing into thin air”.
This Gingko in the Weinheimer Schlosspark is 180 years old and over 23 metres high (the sign says 20 metres but the sign itself is about 20 years old and the gingko hasn’t stopped growing).