#linden tree

[lindamarieansonsnaps]

[saatkontor]

Walk under the roots of a Linden tree

[darkroomlocked]

Every summer moment is a breath of beauty

[breezewithu]

2024/06/07

[eilic]

Kutná Hora, Czechia

Kutná Hora (Czech pronunciation: [ˈkutnaː ˈɦora] ; German: Kuttenberg) is a town in the Central Bohemian Region of the Czech Republic. It has about 22,000 inhabitants. The history of Kutná Hora is linked to silver mining, which made it a rich and rapidly developing town. The centre of Kutná Hora, including the Sedlec Abbey and the Sedlec Ossuary, was designated a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1995 because of its outstanding architecture and its influence on subsequent architectural developments in other Central European city centres. The historic town centre is also protected as an urban monument reservation, the fourth largest in the Czech Republic.

2026.06.18

[johbeil]

New growth

at the bottom of a linden tree. Leica IIIg with 50 mm Summitar on Agfa APX 100 film.

[cricketnationrise]

Hey! Very excited for you and the follower count and excited for the fic fest! These are always so fun!

Can I suggest please:

11:58 p.m.

the linden tree

Henry

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linden tree, 11:58pm

“Thought I’d find you out here, sweetheart.”

Henry turns, like he always does, at the sound of Alex’s voice – a smile already tugging at his lips. Alex is flushed, buzzing off the energy of the crowd inside and the chocolate fountain June insisted on having this year. He’s so bloody beautiful, and even years after their first kiss, Henry is still left breathless more often than not. He hopes that never changes, hopes he’s always as excited to see Alex as he is right now.

Henry leans more firmly against the linden tree and holds out a hand for Alex, wanting him closer, wanting contact. Alex comes closer, willingly tangling his fingers with Henry’s before tucking his face into the crook of Henry’s neck. Henry locks his knees to stop them from dumping both of them in the snow. 

“It’s likely my last chance to be here on New Year’s Eve,” he explains, stroking a hand up Alex’s back, “It’s the end of an era really.”

“Mmmm,” Alex hums, burrowing closer. “We’ll just have to make a new tradition next year then.”

“Best start planning now, love.”

The muffled noise from the party becomes suddenly louder – it must be the countdown. Alex pulls back and looks at him and Henry is lost, drowning in the warm chocolate gaze of his boyfriend.

“Ready for another year?”

“With you? Always,” Henry murmurs, moving his hand up to cup the back of Alex’s neck.

Alex snorts, but it's a fond sound. “You’re such a sap.”

“I learned from you. Happy new year, love.”

“Happy new year, baby,” Alex says, before pushing onto his toes and kissing Henry the way he always does, all enthusiasm and warmth. Henry holds him close and returns the kiss, letting himself relax into the sensation.

[huariqueje]

In the beer garden under the linden tree      -    Hans Hartig

German,  1873 - 1936 

Oil on canvas ,  78,5 x 71 cm.