“Fairyland”
Both eerie and beautiful – Germany's mires.
“Cottongrass glowing at dusk among bog birches in Schorfheide-Chorin Biosphere Reserve. The scene reminds me of Tolkien.”
Katja Manski
GDT Nature Photographer of the Year

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“Fairyland”
Both eerie and beautiful – Germany's mires.
“Cottongrass glowing at dusk among bog birches in Schorfheide-Chorin Biosphere Reserve. The scene reminds me of Tolkien.”
Katja Manski
GDT Nature Photographer of the Year
Ojalá...
Si, lo pienso y quisiera que fuera realidad, que tus manos extrañen tanto las mías, como estás añoran las tuyas.
Que caminando me busques a tu lado, que estando en la cama también anheles tus dedos caminando por mi piel, tocando mi cuerpo, sintiendo la calidez de nuestra cercanía...
¡Te extraño!
Leregi Renga
“Is it hard to know?” “Very hard. You see, for example, this great plain to the north here with the queer hills breaking out of it. Do you observe anything remarkable about that?” “It would be a rare place for a gallop.” “You would naturally think so and the thought has cost several their lives before now. You notice those bright green spots scattered thickly over it?” “Yes, they seem more fertile than the rest.” Stapleton laughed.
Laughing with Stapleton here. I'm an avid hiker, I know the brightest shades of moss mean BOG ALARM! Not that there's actual danger in bogs, and they do have their own beauty, but they are rather slow and tiresome to cross as you try to keep onto the sturdier vegatation and avoid deep spots, and it's hard to maintain your balance sometimes when you sink in farther than you thought you would. Luckily you quickly learn how to navigate that kind of terrain and I've managed to never fall so far, but I remember one winter in the Lake District where I suddenly sank down to my knee with one leg and had to quickly grab onto a small birch to avoid falling on my face. The icy yet clear water of a river was very welcome to wash the mud off later. I assume that Stapleton is referring to people dying as a result of being thrown off their horses? I hope Doyle is not perpetuating the myth of people drowning in bogs here
-Don't look at me like that.
-How do you want me to look at you?
Colaboración: @espoir143
finally finished this wip after 3 months!
Some more assorted Christmas gifts
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