Author: eklastic

Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.

A Wedge.

In the middle of Wiesbaden in Germany, on an open space surrounded by trees, there is a wedge. No explanation that I could find. Just a wedge. Art, no doubt. — I used the internet and found out that there are similar sculptures to be found in Wiesbaden. One of them by Rolf Nolden, simply named “Keil” ( = wedge) but I could not ascertain that this is the wedge I photographed.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Wedge

She’s All Mine

My preferred transport these days is my bike, called Wynona Rider, sometimes in combination with trains. But I explore mainly our immediate surroundings within a reasonable perimeter for the combination of old legs and a newish e-bike. FOWC with Fandango: Mine

They’re Standing on Their Books

Books holding up a whole house. Gruffalo is IN the books but he also stands on his books. And this “Literaturnerin” (a portmanteau word made up of literature and gymnast) by Hans Scheib stands on books, in a sporting kind of way. Lens-Artist Challenge: Books