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				<title>Observing birds</title>
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				<pubDate>Wed, 04 May 2022 22:41:00 +0200</pubDate>
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				<description>&lt;figure&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;/img/kestrel_flight.webp&#34;&gt;&lt;img src=&#34;/dith/kestrel_flight_dithered.png&#34;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&#xA;&lt;/figure&gt;&#xA;&#xA;&lt;p class=&#34;intro&#34; data-letter=&#34;A&#34;&gt;As a child, I loved watching and identifying birds. Armed with a well-thumbed field guide, I would look up each new visitor and proudly tell my grandma what I’d found. Not in a professional ornithologist’s way, but with the curiosity only kids have.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;As I grew older, my interests shifted and birdwatching faded into the background. But during the lockdown and long days of home office, I found myself drawn back in. Right outside my window stands a Norway maple, and it’s become a regular stopover for all kinds of birds. Suddenly, I was noticing them again - their calls, their colors, the way they flit from branch to branch.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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				<title>The Buchstabenmuseum</title>
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				<pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2022 20:43:00 +0200</pubDate>
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				<description>&lt;figure&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;/img/fish2_fix.png.webp&#34;&gt;&lt;img src=&#34;/dith/fish2_fix.png_dithered.png&#34;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&#xA;&lt;/figure&gt;&#xA;&#xA;&lt;p class=&#34;intro&#34; data-letter=&#34;L&#34;&gt;Last year I was invited by a friend to visit the Buchstabenmuseum&lt;sup id=&#34;fnref:1&#34;&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;#fn:1&#34; class=&#34;footnote-ref&#34; role=&#34;doc-noteref&#34;&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; in the S-Bahn arches of Bellevue. I only knew that it exists but never got the chance to see it for myself - so I was excited to finally experience the museum with my own eyes. We even got lucky and had a small tour with Barbara Dechant, one of the founders of the Buchstabenmuseum e. V. And yes, there are letters everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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				<title>Two Towers</title>
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				<pubDate>Thu, 11 Nov 2021 01:22:32 +0200</pubDate>
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				<description>&lt;figure&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;../../img/skyline.webp&#34;&gt;&lt;img src=&#34;../../dith/skyline_dithered.png&#34;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&#xA;&lt;/figure&gt;&#xA;&#xA;&lt;p class=&#34;intro&#34; data-letter=&#34;P&#34;&gt;Panorama shot from the Teufelsberg towards the city with my Vivitar 400mm on Fuji Superia X-tra 400. The Teufelsberg, an artificial hill in the Grunewald forest, was constructed from the rubble of World War II and later became the site of a Cold War listening station. Its elevation (about 120 meters above sea level) offers one of the best panoramic views of Berlin.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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