A sign of the times...
Everywhere the markers of approaching winter are bedazzling us with their beauty, making us forget about what they portend.
The magic is revealed with a few rays of sunshine.
The rusty vine...
Having spiraled to the ground in an adhoc kind of way, they end up waiting for rakes to sweep them away...
A bench that looks awfully inviting especially with the colourful stage in front of it.
No, not leaves, but certainly a sign of the times. The lines of exchange are being put into the ground around Eisenberg. I think that these are fiber optic lines which means that we'll soon be on the cutting edge of technology.
Biggi
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