And when your stamina runs out you can sit and let your imagination wander. What do you see?
A duck or an elephant or something completely different?
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Rocks, Boulders, Stones
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Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
Whodunnit
Inchoate acts in the criminal sense are “incomplete offences”. These acts are not complete offences as they are performed in the process of the commission of the final crime.
But what was the crime? A grubby hand stealing a biscuit and the offender biting off a piece?
Or is the crime in progress that of a chocolate chip pacman about to devour a star?
Spring Is Acoming
I like this shot of our local park. All that is missing are people, then it would be very close to Cee’s photo.
And although it is not yet Easter, it’s been such a mild winter that Cee’s strollers in the park reminded me of the famous “Easter Walk” from Goethe’s Faust (the translation is by Edgar Alfred Bowring):
From the ice they are freed, the stream and brook, By the Spring’s enlivening, lovely look; [....] Growth and formation stir everywhere, ‘Twould fain with colours make all things bright, Though in the landscape are no blossoms fair. Instead it takes gay-decked humanity.
Faust observes people leaving the city for their first spring walk-about on Easter Sunday. There are not enough flowers yet, so the people in their Sunday finery supply the colours.
Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: Pick a Topic from my Photo in February
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Thoughts About a Sculpture
Geriatri’x’ oddity of the day is a sculpture with many faces – more elaborate and less crude than this one:
Faces in the “Skulpturenpark” in Bad König – which is basically an abandoned lot where a couple of artists have left their works for everybody to look at. The pieces are kind of weird, intriguing even. I’m not sure I like the words that one of them often added to his scultpures – I think it limits the interpretation of the onlookers. If I hadn’t gone for a square format I would have cut off the writing completely. So, in true odd fashion, I left half of it in the photo rather than losing some of the faces.
If you are curious here is the translation:
“Rather the cleverest among the stupid than the stupidest among the clever” Paul August Wagner 2020
I am not sure I agree with the quote, reminiscent of something Julius Caesar has said (according to Plutarch): “I had rather be first in a village than second at Rome.” I say reminiscent because the meaning is quite different. And this is exactly why I find these added words unsuitable: I have now thought about the saying, what it might mean and what it alludes to, and neglected to reflect about the piece of art. I wonder if that was the artist’s aim. Odd.
What an Odd Place
It’s not the shop that’s odd, not the bright colour beneath the old grey stones, not even the skeleton in the entrance or the huge nose with glasses. It’s the sticker on the top of the nose I find odd. Who put it there? And why? Nobody can see it or read it. Was it put up before the nose was hoisted up?
I went to my Edinburgh archives from a single day in the wonderful city and of course, it was Debbie’s oddity that provided the impulse.
Is It a Castle or a Manor House?
Last week I drove a mere 4 km from home and found out that there is a castle in the second village down the road. I never knew. It’s called Schloss Wiser and is still owned by the family who had it built in 1710. It’s not open to the public cause the family lives there on occasion but when I approached the gates opened. I didn’t go inside the court yard though but I took a picture of the ungated view.
So if the owner and resident is an Earl – what do you call the building then? A palace? A castle? A stately home? Does it matter? Not really, except to a translator who wants to get it right.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Buildings
Step Outside and *splash*
Jez oddity today is a door in an odd place. I think I can top the oddness – imagine stepping out of this door and falling in a little scream — 😂 oh, what a beautiful typo! I had to leave it. The stream is called Gerberbach and was an artificial branch of the Grundelbach servicing the tanners living in this quarter. They lived right on the water and often had small bridges outside their doors, often now dismantled.
With or without bridge, it’s odd, isn’t it?
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