Picture Gallery and Essay.: Blossoms, Bows, Bridge Days

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On the way in April. It is a late morning in the Odenwald. The wind comes over the hills, which surround individual places on the height like a natural collar. It carries the smell of damp forest floor from the Odenwald and the sweet scent of the first apple blossoms. On the way to the hallway, where the fields begin and the landscape becomes more open, the gravel crunches under the shoes. A tractor buzzes in the distance, disappears behind a cu…