Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
I’m a Fan of Hay Bales
It might be an odd subject for the middle of winter but I came upon these weatherproof hay bales during the little bit of snow we had recently. And it reminded me of other winters and packed and sealed bales of hay.
Of course, plastic, plastic everywhere these days and the bales are wrapped up and stacked right after the hay being cut.
What used to be manual labour is done by a bale press nowadays. Almost uniform bricks of hay are already pressed in the meadow or huge round bales driven through the village to the barn.
Storks and egrets and herons follow the bale presses for immediate and delayed rewards.
The bales are left in the fields for a while or stacked in the barn.
Stragglers like this lonely bale are shown the way by Karl, the haystack dummy.
Good things come to those who wait. And even the stork is rewarded for its patience.
Daily Re-birth
As I’ve stated before, I am not a sunrise person. So when I actually do photograph a sunrise I’m going to milk it for all its worth.
(Please click on the image.)
After all was said and done, the Kleinwalsertal looked once again like this:
The Cosmic Photo Challenge: The returning of the light
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Noble Breed
Monday Portrait
Gardening Is Hard Work
Macro Monday
Being Myopic Can Be Fun – in Hindsight
Why a blurry photo of a butterfly to illustrate the word “myopic”? There is a story.
I’ve been shortsighted as far back as I remember. It is worse when the light is fading. I never leave the house without my glasses but around the house I often take them off.
When our cat was still little she often brought insects in the house to play with them, and this being in South Africa the insects were often quite large. One evening I heard a commotion in the hallway and saw Socks fighting with a large, dark butterfly. When I came closer the cat ran off and what I thought was a large, dark butterfly was clinging to the wall. Being shortsighted I had to get close to see if the butterfly was beyond rescue or if I could do something for it. I bent down and –
found myself face to face with a snarling, spitting bat.
If I had worn my glasses, I wouldn’t have made that mistake!
Long, Tall Louis
This monument of Grand Duke Ludewig of Hesse and by Rhine stands in the central square of Darmstadt. The plinth, the column and the 5 metre tall Ludewig measure a total of just under 40 metres. The Darmstadt people love the tall structure and only call it “Langer Lui” (or “Tall Ludwig”).
Not odd as such but odd because I could’ve sworn the one word today would be “tall”. So I leave this post as an example of the oddity of my brain.
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