At our annual town festival the colours are white and blue and everything and everybody is dressed up in white and blue. Värikollaasit #452: The Colour of a Celebration / Juhlan väri
Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
First Thoughts
vs. second and third thoughts. 1: “I want to do that!” 2: “Rather you than me!” 3. “I wish I could.” 1: “Lots of Starlings! They looks so sociable.” 2: “Don’t park there!” 3: Too late! 1: “Judgemental much?” 2: “Dad and daughter? Teacher and … Continue reading First Thoughts
Backe, backe Kuchen!
Fan’s prompt for the day is: No better place than my hometown to learn how to. The best bakers are trained here. Here is one of the future apprentices at the academy: Various techniques are taught at the school but most important is, of course, … Continue reading Backe, backe Kuchen!
He just Couldn’t Do It
The Count could not, would not count the garlic bulbs in this photo: He might have liked these garlic flowers better – Tulbaghia violacea, also known as society garlic. Ragtag Daily Prompt: Garlic
Of Mice and Pigs (and Cats)
I presented my class with a story about three mice (in the form of kamishibai, Japanese paper theatre) and in the process the old black board came into use again. I took photos with my cellphone and just adjusting the image with “autolevel” in the … Continue reading Of Mice and Pigs (and Cats)
Long Days
The blue skies are starting to scare me but I also enjoy them and the time they give me to go out with Wynona.
Weekend Sky
If You Were Given the Choice
It is said that the location of the Beerfeld Galgen was chosen to let the condemned see the beauty of the world one more time before they left it to make them feel their loss even more. It is indeed a beautiful place with a … Continue reading If You Were Given the Choice
Irony
This private letterbox pays hommage to a time when correspondence was different: delivered by postal riders, announcing their arrival by horn. Ironically, this form of correspondence is about to go the way of the old postal service, just as the horses became obsolete. No more post horn, no more fancy letterboxes.
FOWC with Fandango: Correspondence
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An Enticing Aroma
These are the blossoms of an Osmanthus burkwoodii – and the wonderful scent is even in the name: osma is smell in Greek, and anthos is flower. Ragtag Daily Prompt: Aroma
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