Another “free” week at Monochrome Madness. These are photos I took just outside our bedroom. Including a stalking predator.
On On!
That’s the battle cry of the Hash House Harriers when they are on trail. Trails are laid in chalk or flour (or jelly powder in snow). Occasionally in knickers. We see blobs, arrows, lines – and we run (or walk) in every weather, every terrain. … Continue reading On On!
With a little help from my friends
I chose to get the help of my minikins as well as Ned Flanders of The Simpsons‘ fame.
Can you find Ned in the photo on the left? It is a question of scale as well as a question of perspective.
My little photographer companion is always on hand to lecture me. In this case on perspective and scale AND depth. The mouse squeaked in to help, as well.
And here are the minikins making a similar argument.
Lens-Artists Challenge: Tools of Photo Composition
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Having a Blast with a Limerick
Riding along on a train in sweltering heat in BahrainWas a young man looking uncannily like Cain,The first ever murderer that we know of.But this one here was a show off.He was not planning to use a club but hexanitrohexaazaisowurtzitane. PS: Hexanitrohexaazaisowurtzitane (commonly known as … Continue reading Having a Blast with a Limerick
Instant reverse diet
And – to round (sic!) this off – a kiss from a albino giant gurami. I found the common names of white salmon fish or aptly named, white sucking fish. The Cosmic Photo Challenge: Distortion Isn’t this a case for double dipping with FOWC with … Continue reading Instant reverse diet
Cute little dormer windows
Plain tiles (apparently that’s the technical term for what we in Germany call “beaver tail tiles”), a snow guard, and three cute little dormer windows.
Same kind of tiles, newer though, and slate tiles to set off the equally cute dormer windows .If you squint you, you can make a case of entering this one in “I see faces”.
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Like my blaze?
Monday Portrait
Holiday Memories
I’ve been looking through holiday photos in preparation for summer. This was in Valledoria in Sardegna. Despite my basic Italian skills my 13-year-old puerile self kicked in and I got a giggle out of this simple ad for mussles (in German that word sound like puke). They were good in the end, nevertheless.
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