Life of Pine

Commented Photo gallery of a pine tree. Start: February 2014

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Ekeberg Sculpture Park in Oslo and Louise Bourgeois’ sculpture The Couple

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28.3.2014 The condemned live longer! With a little help from a wire the pine stands tall again.

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Pinus Nigra (Schwarzföhren) in Vienna. In the 18th century the emperor Maria-Theresia planted these pines in the south of vienna. The picture was taken next to the museums of natural and art, where a statue of the most important female emperor in austrian history is located. However I don't know what the old women are chating about. Maybe about pines?

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The first pine cone of the year! I confess, it's photoshopped ... in real it's much smaller.

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12.3.2014 Since the relocation it’s not the same. The pine tree hangs around all the time. Could this behaviour be traced back to the age of puberty, or does the pine actually dislike its pot?

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If you want to know more about the present pine’s plant pot… it costs 2,50 €

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10.3.2014 On the way to its new pot.

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how's the pine?

The pine is fine. Further fotos will follow!

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Jugendstil trifft Dachausbau

Grätzelspaziergang

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vienna / sunshine

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Theo van Rysselberghe (Belgian, 1862 - 1926), Bathers under the Pines, at Cavalliere,1905, oil on canvas, 81,5 x 100,5 cm

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Maybe a related pine tree in the middle of a roman archaeological excavation on the palatine hill next to the forum romanum and the colosseum. Best neighbourhood.

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27.2.2014 After nearly a month it finally spreads its first needles. However I’m waiting for more of this action stuff … wohoo!

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Wozu führt all die Fragerei?

Zu noch mehr Fragen!!!

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WAS BESSERT DEINE LAUNE, WENN DU SCHLECHT DRAUF BIST?

Sonnenschein!

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treeporn

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Hoch wuchs ich über Mensch und Tier; Und sprech’ ich— niemand spricht mit mir. Zu einsam wuchs ich und zu hoch — Ich warte: worauf wart’ ich doch? Zu nah ist mir der Wolken Sitz,— Ich warte auf den ersten Blitz.

Friedrich Nietzsche “Pinie und Blitz” 1882