Is it the camera or is it the raised finger?
I love taking photos. I love teaching (some say it’s more like preaching).
Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
Storchenwinkel in Michelstadt
The old part of Michelstadt im Odenwald has beautiful half-timbered houses and medieval remnants. The part called Storchenwinkel, or Stork’s End, houses the town’s museum, a winery and a few public offices. Half-timbered used to mean dark wood and white-washed walls, and in this part of the country sandstone elements. The teal coloured wooden elements are new additions. Quite stylish ones, I think.
Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: February Color Teal or Turquoise
Wordless Wednesday
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It’s Oddly Spooky
Becky showed us webs filled with carterpillars of ermine moths as an oddity. Yes, there are ermine moths in central Europe as well. Only we call them “Gespinstmotten” here (literally: spinning moths). Which again sounds oddly similar to “Gespenst”, meaning ghost or wraith or spooky.
It’s not the Perplexee but the perplexer
When communicating in a foreign language it’s not only about vocabulary and grammar, it’s also about register. Germans tend to use English swearwords quite liberally without realising what they are doing.
Spring Trios with Audience
And all in squares, naturally.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: trios and squares
A Count with an Odd Name
This is the tower of the Auerbach Castle near Bensheim, seen through the lattice works of bare winter trees.
It was originally built in the 8th century and fell into ruin once before but was rebuilt under the reign of Count Diether IV of the Katzenelnbogen in the 13th century. Katzenelnbogen literally means “cat’s ellbow”. Go figure.
I took my inspiration today from the ruined abbey as seen by Sue on her odd post.
Tunnel of Light
Debbie’s spinning lights reminded me of this light installation, equally colourful if not spinning.
FIVE colourful hoops – odd numbered.
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.
