| Ahh yes, Europe trips are almost becoming common place for me? As usually, the ordeal starts with a red-eye flight there, arriving in the very early hours. |
I boarded a train, and made my way to Cologne. Upon arriving at the train station you can't miss the impressive cathedral. |
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| So, tired as I was, I climbed the bell tower, and behold what I found there! |
The view of the gothic spires of the Cathedral of Cologne must be taken through difficult windows. |
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| Inside, you can see to the top of the spire, impressive stonework. |
Inside the Cathedral of Cologne. |
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| I had the rest of the day to wander about the city. I started with a nap in a park, and then enjoyed a fall festival in the streets. |
Later in the day, it was time to head to the Evoke Demo Party. |
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| Demo parties are a bit hard to explain, see my page on demos for some hints. |
Basically we partied Friday - Sunday, watching cool music videos created by those who attended. |
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| So then I headed out to travel down the Rhine river for a few days. I took the local trains down both sides, and my first stop was Bonn, birthplace of Beethoven. |
I took a Cog train up to the Ruins Dachenfels |
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| View of Bonn and way back there Cologne from Konigswinter on the Rhine |
Ruins Dachenfels at Konigswinter on the Rhine |
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| Castle at Konigswinter on the Rhine was visible on the way down, but closed to tours. |
Old cog train at Konigswinter on the Rhine |
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| Late that night, I came to where the Mosel and Rhine rivers join. I hiked miles looking for a cheap place to stay, and noticed the creative lighting of this monument. |
Here is that monument (Deutsches Eck) seen in the day, from up in the Erhenbreitstein fortress at Koblenz |
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| Erhenbreitstein fortress at Koblenz |
Here's a Castle on the Rhine, as you travel along the river you find these littered everywhere. If you go, find a map that names them for you. |
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| City on the Rhine |
The Loreley on the Rhine is a nice site to visit in one of the narrowest portions of the Rhine. |
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| The siren of Loreley watches down from the high cliffs of the Rhine, distracting and drawing the sailors to wreak their boats into the cliffs. |
Vince in Burg Rheinfels, ruins of vaults |
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| Visitors are allowed inside Burg Rheinfels ruins, even into the tunnels below it. |
The tunnels are below the castle and ground around it, the camera flash is brief, and I am left mostly in the dark. |
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| I use my blinky blue light to see, finding my way through the network of passageways and out a different way than I came in. |
Another castle over a Rhine river city, such a treasure. |
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| I stay the night in Bingin, and find another fall festival. I'm starting to enjoy these... ;) |
Nighttime shots, after a few beers, the lights dance for me. |
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| A train rushes by. |
Such is the drunken state of a man alone in a fabulous place. A moment's emotion forever treasured and yet not sharable |
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| The castle atop the hill in the city of Bingin calls to me. I start walking up to it. |
Me, my beer, and the crushing of flowers. |
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| After the late night, I woke up early to see the sun rise over Bingin and the Rhine, it is my last day to travel here, I must get started! |
Out over the river, the castles and the vineyards. I'll head back to the Mosel river today to go down to Saarbruecken... but first... there is more to see! |
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| I hike a long distance from the train station to Burg Rheinstein |
Rheinstein is a castle still intact, furnished, and is in contrast to most of the ruins on the Rhine. |
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| The vineyards there make use of a small trolley to navigate the hill, how fun! |
Full suits of armor, and much bric-a-brac in the castle. |
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| Wooden spiral staircase, a photo must-have. |
The view from this castle is spectacular. The last owner, before private purchase, was a Duchess of Mecklenburg |
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| Rheinstein's walled garden is lush, the vineyards are just beyond. |
I quickly travel to Mainz, a modern city in Germany. I trek in full gear. I move with focused intensity, never missing a good snapshot. Where is waldo in this picture? |
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| The red sandstone cathedral in Mainz is a fresh contrast to most Western European architecture. |
I arrive at the Eurographics conference. We play foosball -- at full scale. |
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| The conference reception is in the Völklingen Ironworks, Saarbruecken. I've these this from the train many times not knowing what it was.. it starts with a great flywheel. |
The machinery is from another age. This Demag, It inspires. |
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| Another view of the machinery in the Völklingen Ironworks. |
Outside, rust covered pipes, the Völklingen Ironworks. This is a steel mill, one of the earliest. |
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| Art in rusted pipes. |
The red bricks, the red rust, the Völklingen Ironworks. |
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| Vince wears a hard hat. These pipes are angled to avoid coal dust settling and accumulating. |
Eurographics 2002 reception dinner. |
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| Creative lighting on the flywheel |
Creative lighting with creative photography with machinery. |
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| And now, Marco! In his home in Pisa, Italy! |
Pisa is a beautiful Tuscan city, with much to see! And I have a first rate tour from a local. |
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| We even visit the leaning tower of Pisa |
Watch out Marco! It may fall someday! |
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| Baptismal building or something something in Pisa. |
Time for food. Letizia has brought good things from Sicily. Some goat cheese, some bovine. |
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| We ride bikes, are you handling the camera safely Marco? I am concerned, but trying to smile. |
I lean out of a residential window in Pisa. Behind me is a butterfly, so beautiful. |
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| Pisa, crossing back to the inner city. |
We travel to the Tuscan mountains. Ponte della Maddelena (or Ponte del Diavolo (Devil's bridge)) |
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| Marco! |
We also cross the cable suspension bridge, it is narrow. |
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| The steps, slick under wooded shade, dead trees help your hand |
A festival in San Marcello Pistoiese |
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| Ah, with a good breakfast in the mountains. |
On the way back, we see the old walls of Lucca |
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| Can you see the trees on the tower? |
The next day I head to Florence. Here's the cathedral everyone takes pictures of. I did too. |
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| The river with no fish, and a bridge across it all built up. |
I remembered visiting the boboli gardens in Florence when I was young, so I returned. |
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| A statue of a naked man playing golf, plus other mostly naked humans, in the boboli gardens. |
More of the crowds of Florence. My day trip was not what I hoped, I was blocked by the people. I did not see the statue David, only the copy which is outside. |
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| Marco and I went to hear some electronic music. The DJ is red. I am blue, it is the last day I will be here. |
I am returning home via Frankfurt. I tour museums all day. |
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| and head to the old town for my last German meal. Spatzels and beer of course! |
Frankfurt at night. |
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| Airplane home. Dream of flying. Dream of dying. For what is life but sweet death delayed. I have enjoyed it. |