Let’s take a break from San Francisco. Saw this upright old lady standing alone and had to take a line of frames.
Seeing a vintage vehicle always makes me wonder when exactly cars ceased being beautiful. Must have been somewhen in the late seventies I guess.
The owner was a very friendly guy who would even open the car for me so that I could take a picture of the tidy minimalistic dashboard. Compare that to the dozens of controls in a today’s cockpit. Driving must have been so much easier then.
Another detail of a vintage Volkswagen-Bus, or Bully, as they are nicknamed in Germany.
SNAP! Red metal, gray concrete. Olympic Village, Munich.
Stack of old carpets for bulk trash.
Red lines, white lines, gray lines. At Munich’s main station.
The wonderful Cafe Kubitscheck on the Waldfriedhofstrasse. Home of legendary tart- and cake creating artistry.
This blog definitely needed a facelift. So I swapped the theme from “Hum” to “Yoko” and changed some minor settings. Much better now, as i think. Hope you like it as well. Still there’s a lot of work to do until it is really finished.
Let me know what you think about the new look…
There’s beauty inside elevators, too.
Inside the old turf of Gelsenkirchen.
Rusty logo on an old tractor.
At the BMW works, Munich.
Drunken visitor of the Oktoberfest sleeping in a public park. Quite a common picture during the Wiesn time.
Like father like son. Tristan, 4 years.