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Nice picutre, I see what you mean. I think with that warm, campfireish radiance it also conveys those typical German connotations of "home".
Posted by: Not quite like Beethoven | July 27, 2009 at 08:57 AM
beautiful shot. it's the bridge between kopenhagener and dänische straße, no? i love the way the kids are always waiting for the trains to pass and wave at them.
Posted by: Kristina - no penny for them & mostly berlin | July 28, 2009 at 10:10 AM
Having left, I can say that you're right, and it's doing it to me instead.
Posted by: Eating for Beginners | July 29, 2009 at 08:59 PM
Beethoven: I paused to enjoy your phrase "campfireish radiance".
Kristina: *I* always notice those children! In fact I'm just working them into an essay I'm writing. Our paths will have to cross soon, no?
EfB: I'm glad you understand.
Posted by: Berlin Reified | July 29, 2009 at 09:08 PM
And now I also feel such pangs that my child is no longer among those children on the bridge, one of his favorite places to stop on the way home from the kita.
Posted by: Eating for Beginners | July 31, 2009 at 07:06 AM
EfB, I can't wait until it's S dawdling by that railing.
Posted by: Berlin Reified | August 03, 2009 at 08:39 PM