Around the world in 80 blogs, or: A Rose with scarcely a flower (but a lot of thorns)

 A few days ago Shannon from Everyday Stranger wrote, and I quote:

„On the same day, we will post about our lives in our parts of the prospective worlds, just a glimpse of what things are like in each little bubble that we blog from. We can connect, find something to tell others about our lives and our areas that maybe they never knew, and maybe for a day link the world up a bit. You read about my quiet little corner of Hampshire, but what about your areas? What is it like in your area, in your life? What is your day like, and what makes where you live so special to you?“

Oh yeah- My hometown. Capital of ugliness, but also of unsuspected beauty.

City of contrast. Small city, urban machine, country life nearby.

But take a look by yourself:

Suburban creativity

Urban tradition

One of the last of it's kind- a coking plant.

 

Too many malls, too little money.

Nature's resorts

The coking plant, main entrance, seamed with plane trees

              Plane trees along a suburban street

 Pastel colors, where grey is expected

 Incredulity

The most dangerous place for pedestrians in the whole town: This railway bridge.

"Plaster may fall off the wall!"

Plaster will fall off the wall.

 Off this wall, too.

Mother Earth's evensong

 

Oh, yes, and by the way: It's Bottrop