Author: eklastic

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Of Monsters and Men

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Last on my SD car in the camera. You decide who is the monster here.

A sculpture in the foyer of the eye clinic at the Heidelberg university hospital. The last on the SD-Card in my phone. I hope it’s recognisable because when I took it my eyes had those anaesthetic drops in them and I couldn’t focus. By the time I’m preparing this post I still don’t see 100%.

Last on the Card in April

Mr or Mrs Stork?

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It’s a free week at Monochrome Madness, i.e. no given theme. I decided to show a few of the storks living around here during summer (I think one of them is here permanently).

I can’t tell whether these storks are male or female. I am not alone in that, there is even a children’s song:

What is prancing through our meadow?
The frock is black and white, the stockings red.
It catches frogs, snap, snap, snap.
And it goes clap, clap, clap.
Will you guess who this is?

You think it’s the long leg stork prancing through our meadow?
The frock is black and white, the stockings red.
It catches frogs, snap, snap, snap.
And it goes clap, clap, clap.
No, no, it’s Mrs Stork!

Nostalgia

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We spend the weekend at a little hotel in the middle of the woods and the rooms were light and modern but the staircase was peppered with old relics, like an old sewing machine, stuffed animals (a woodgrouse, a piglet, a stoart), modern art (quite … Continue reading Nostalgia

The Score

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All alone fair Charlotte stood on the dance floor.

Back in the shadows they called her a cheap “wh…”.

They wanted her out.

But she let out a shout:

 “I’m here. I am woman, so now hear me roar!”

Laughing Along with a Limerick: Floor

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