The old Bridge as we know it today is the nineth version of it.
Since the 13th century bridges standing at this spot have been built, torn down by ice or war and rebuilt. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Last major damage was done at the very end of WW II 6 weeks before the surrender of 3rd Reich when part of it was blown up in an attempt to hinder US troops from taking the town. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Today‘s bridge (Karl-Theodor-Brücke) rests on those same fundaments from 1284. 📚
Today was not a blissful day in paradise. Our anchor chain looks like little baby sharks used it as a teething ring.
Patrick spent hours going through it piece by piece after discovering a hole in the first 5 meters.
We have 30 in the middle that's fine.
But it turns out the first 5 after the anchor were held together with luck and a wish.
So freaking glad they held until we discovered it!
So now Barbados is officially out. We'll sail to Dominica to visit friends who are staying there longer term before making our way to Martinique to get new chain.
The nice thing about living on a boat means when the frustrating things about living on a boat start to drive you crazy you just jump in the water. It's like balm to your soul that washes the crap away.
Or at the very least hearing your 3 year old gurggle "fish fish fish" as he snorkels does.
And afterwards with the sting of disappointment washed away we realized we got Barbados into our head because Silia and her family moved there mid January. Only they just went back to Berlin for the summer. The sail we wanted to pick up can be shipped to St. Lusia and we get to see Dominica and skip 2 days of beating against the wind because Silia and her family are worth it. Except they won't be there! 😅😅😅 Funny how we fixate on things beyond what we wanted in the first place.
Mind cages are insidious things!!
В немецком языке есть слово "Fernweh", оно обозначает состояние человека, с любовью смотрящего на авиа- и ж/д билеты, скучающего по новым впечатлениям и с интересом покидающего родные пенаты. 🙇🏼♀️
Три недели прошло с тех пор, как я закончила свою последнюю поездку, а уже хочу собрать чемодан, посидеть на дорожку и отправится в новые места. ✈️
Как быть с этими порывами? Как принять мысль, что иногда только покой может дать ответы на важные вопросы? 🙄
А ещё вопрос к знатокам! 🆘
На фотографии девочка и мальчик, изображение которых очень распространено по всему Амстердаму. Кто они? Искала ответ в интернете, но ничего интересного не нашла)
My final shot from this most recent Portra series. The astonishingly beautiful thing about this Canon 55mm f1.2 + Portra 400 is that these results are all in-lens, no editing. The color, the dreamy bokeh, the texture of the grain—this is why film can’t die.
The New Collosus
_____________________________________________________________ "Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
MOTHER OF EXILES. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!'"