Anything you do on a holiday two years in a row becomes a tradition, and traditions must be continued. So now I have to go for an afternoon walk every December 31, stopping at the “new” pedestrian bridge over the River Isar, to take a photograph. I guess there are worse fates.
(The “orb” is a reflection off some trash caught in the tree. Darn it.)
Not sure if the storm damage is from the massive snow, or the massive windstorm, or both.
See you next year!
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