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Longest Beach.43

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Longest Beach.42

Lake Living.42

Someone apparently living rough, and a few folks learning to sail, all from a recent walk ’round my lovely local lake…

Ah, Royalty.42

Last photos from my Steve-guided Berlin visit in late May, because I love what this particular building represents, as he tells the story. Basically, when the wall came down and as the divided Germany became reunited, one major trend was the ready and easy dismissal of all things that had happened – and all buildings that had been built – during the 41 years (minus four days) of the official existence of the German Democratic Republic as not worthy of continued existence. On this spot had once been, pre-WWII, an actual royal palace in which humans who self-identified as royal had lived. Cutting through a few phases, let’s just say by the 1970s there was a new building here called the Palace of the Republic, which in a turnabout-is-fair-play move the reunited Berlin state & city government in the newly-enlarged-through-reunification Federal Republic of Germany decided had to go because, well, history moving on and all.

So after much debate – this piece of ground has seen much debate in the past century! – the city’s planners and tourist magnates decided that a rebuilt royal palace which looks from the outside like the old one, but which inside is a cultural forum calling itself the Humboldt Forum would be just the thing. It opened in 2020, so don’t let its grand looks fool you into thinking your looking at an actual old building – for that, check out A’dam’s “relatively new” Westerkerk a few posts ago! 🙂

I suspect there’s some tourist-sector envy of Buckingham and the throngs there to watch the changing of the guard, myself. But draw your own conclusions. Tip if you visit: excellent bathrooms in the basement that one didn’t have to pay for, when I myself was doing this walk with Steve at least :-).

Mountains.52

The plan is to be back in close proximity to legitimate mountains for some quality time starting one week from today, so with any luck we won’t need to drag out these Hajar Mountain photos as seen while flying over the UAE and Oman last month for too many more entries, but being the wise blogger that I am, I did take more than one photo of this dry desert-dwelling mountain range, as you see 🙂

From the Air.62

Somewhere over the Mediterranean, en route from A’dam to Dubai in early September.

City Lights.72

When Anne Frank listened to its chimes (as she mentions in her diary from July 1942) during WWII, Westerkerk (“relatively young,” says one tourist site, having been completed only in 1631…) likely wouldn’t have lit its clock for reasons of fuel and electricity rationing, even if the clockface was wired to be lit, as it is now which you can easily see below and less easily above. This is my principle route in to work, right past the church and the Anne Frank Huis just after it, then the core canals, palace, and on. By this time of year it’s dark again for both the morning and the evening bike commute. Only two weeks apart and taken at almost precisely the same time, so you can readily see how much shorter the days are getting.

Islands.72

Same island, different angles and times of year: above, seen from my apartment around the summer solstice at 22:04; below, seen from the far side at ground level, 10 October at 18:34.

Country Canals.82

After that week I spent working-remote from Heusden in early July, I biked (as the good, wannabe-more-Dutch person that I am) with my luggage in the front basket on back to Den Bosch for a lovely lunch w/the friend who’d initiated that whole house-swap thingy then the bike-on-train back to A’dam. This pair of what I believe to be white storks was hunting food in the fields between our bike path and the Maas / Meuse, so I photographed them a few different times as they and I were moving the same eastward direction.

Village Views.92

Signs of the City.102

This “Signs of the City” series began as a way to get me out the door in the highly urban environment of Dhaka: one thing I could count on finding any time I walked out the door was at least a commercial sign or flier, so I made it my goal to get out each day and photograph a sign or two, even when the heat was oppressive or the traffic unusually heavy and loud. During last month’s return to Bangladesh, after the unexpected departure of the PM (on August 5, for anyone who looks closely enough at the gallery below to wonder why the “36th July” painting), I saw lots of new graffiti and more color in both Cox & Dhaka than I’d seen in past visits. All the images in this post come from a wall around some large  compound not far from the office.

Coasting.112

Farewell, for now, to CA on the blog – these are the last shots from the April-May trip :-/

City Views.242

Last photos from my May morning in Vlissingen…