On Friday afternoon, there is a rush in town. But just a few steps away, there is
a quiet place that I love to go to.
|The Japanese garden near the Hamburg city center is an oasis of beauty.|
|On the pond: Eurasian coots|
|In the middle of the park, there is a Japanese tea house. Unfortunately, |
the park administration set up fences because people just
could not be taught to walk on the paths.
|Our Congress Center with Hotel is reflected in the garden lake.|
|The low sun x-rays the big leaves|
|The small crake messes up the reflection of the building|
|The adult small crake enjoys the last bit of sunshine|
|The stillness of the water makes it hard to believe that also the tree|
is a reflection
|The creek bed has fallen dry between the huge boulders, it sparkles|
|The leaves glow beyond looking real...|