Under the chestnut trees at the Prater. This is the year I've remembered that spring isn't the build-up to the best part -- summer -- but itself the most perfect season.
I was traveling again, now I'm here to stay.
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Under the chestnut trees at the Prater. This is the year I've remembered that spring isn't the build-up to the best part -- summer -- but itself the most perfect season.
I was traveling again, now I'm here to stay.
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Wow, that photo is STUNNING. Did you take it this year? The light!
Posted by: Luisa | 05 May 2011 at 07:56 AM
Hello,
I am discovering your blog only now (how come ???).
Lovely.
Yes, this pic is great, now that i know Prater... I didn't know how to shoot it...
Well done.
See you.
Posted by: Pascale | 05 May 2011 at 12:18 PM
Luisa, thank you! I took it last Friday -- I tagged along to David's work get-together and looked up at one point to be startled by the trees in full bloom.
Pascale, thank you. It was fun to meet you through Kristina's blog!
Posted by: Berlin Reified | 05 May 2011 at 02:22 PM
such huge trees! do they shed chestnuts to gather in the autumn?
Posted by: jonquil | 05 May 2011 at 03:05 PM
Welcome back!
Posted by: Suzy | 06 May 2011 at 08:06 AM
Jonquil, I suppose they must, though I've never noticed. Does anyone else know? I guess I've always made my last pilgrimmage there before conker season has started.
Suzy, you too!
Posted by: Berlin Reified | 06 May 2011 at 03:09 PM