Buildings can be demolished. Memories can’t.
Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
It Was Meant to Be a Christmas Tree
Henry, our cat, was spellbound by one single ornament.
He broke the tree before we ever could hang another one.
This one bauble held him spellbound (still does, it’s in his toy box).
Ours Is Not to Reason Why
They are waiting for the carnival corso. They look really excited and happy, don’t they?
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Five in February
rotational: cherry bloom – cherry fruit – food at the market extant: the whole wall has been redone with different graffiti and pictures, the monkey is the only familiar face left Thursday Special in February
We Made it on a Second Attempt
This is the Schönburg in Oberwesel in the Rhine valley. It’s on a hill, with a few steep paths leading up. They weren’t the problem, though.
The wineries on the way, all offering wine tastings, were the obstacles we had to overcome.
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Hello, Bore? No, Hellebore.
Macro Monday
