“It’s just a stupid sword”, she said, aloud this time… but it wasn’t.
Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile.
Me this Valentine’s Day.
No Surface Without a Seat
Berlin isn’t the warmest of places, so I was continually surprised by the amount of outdoor seating around the city. In some neighborhoods, sidewalk cafes, public benches, beer gardens, or terraces seemed to be at every turn. But what surprised me even more than the sheer amount of seating, was the seemingly ad-hoc, improvised, or innovative nature of many of the options. Anywhere there was a surface or some extra space, you were bound to find a cushion, a folding chair, a crate, or some recycled materials inviting you to sit down and take a break. It wasn’t limited to restaurants and bars either - cushions and chairs could be found on the steps, ledges, sidewalks, and street corners outside of clothing stores, gift shops, and all sorts of other random places.
My visit was in April, presumably the time of year when these chairs and cushions first emerge from winter storage. I’d be curious to take walk through the city in summertime to see them in greater use, and to see if even more sprout up. It must create an impressively vibrant street life.
Photos taken April, 2014
Take a seat!
The only book I will ever need
The things that keep you up at night…
I think this is witchcraft in a nutshell.
The placebo effect at its finest
time sure flies when you take a nap
And then you realize that Forrest knows about his condition all along and your heart breaks a little.
CRY EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.