Red postboxes for Life in Colour
Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
Red Graffiti and Art
This anxious looking guy stared at me everytime I took the elevator up to the tenth floor (and coming down) of the student accommodation in Prague where we stayed last weekend. It was a really old and beat up and his face did not inspire confidence in me.
But his redeeming feature is his colour, he is drawn in red and that gave way to me looking through my old pics for red graffiti:
A red imp? Red goblin? Blood drop with feelers? 
Rebel of love. 
Owlish stencil art. 
Holding a handkerchief (tatü). 
Freestyle blind by choice guy. 
Freestyle fire power. 
Snoopy and Woodstock have to stay out of their red dog house. 
The red waste basket.
And last not least some more recognised art (seen at the Scottish National Gallery in Edinburgh):
Red graffiti for Life in Colour
When the Worst Was Over
On our drive back from the Czech Republic we had a mixture of rain and clouds and then when we were back in Baden-Württemberg it all of a sudden started to rain so hard that we had to stop on the side of the road because it was too dangerous to go on driving. It only lasted about five minutes and after another couple of minutes the sun came out. The roads were still wet but we kept going because by that time we were hungry.
My Weekend
If the path were clear cut, it wouldn’t be fun. So first you look for the right trail. Then you find the others and keep walking.
I’m a Fan of Creative Non-Parking Signs
tow away regulation in effect 
private parking 
wood storage area 
probably: no parking
Warning to be towed away in Dutch – found in a German town far away from the Dutch border.
The private parking is obviously meant for … a stone trough?
Wood storage area – parking not allowed (in the middle of a German forest).
Found in the Czech Republic. I guess it means “no parking” (an online translator supports this idea – even if it insists it is Latvian). The black car either doesn’t understand or doesn’t care.
What Stalks Our Meadow?
The above title is an attempt of translating a German childrens’ song:
Something's wading in our meadows, in the marshes stalking. It's wearing a frock in black and white, and also bright red stockings. Catching frogs with snap-snap-snap. Clapping happily clap-clap-clap. Can you guess about whom I am talking? You think it's the chattering stork, in the marshes stalking. Wearing a frock in black and white, and also bright red stockings. Catching frogs with snap-snap-snap. Clapping happily clap-clap-clap. No, it’s not. It’s Mrs Stork, about whom I am talking.
Monday Portrait
Fifth Instar
of the southern green shield bug
Monday Macro
And then the Heavens Opened
Driving on the autobahn and it started raining really hard. And then the heavens opened in a different way and the sun peeped through the cloud cover.
Bohemian History
On Saturday we were running (literally) through Teplice in the Czech Republic. I had only my mobile phone on me and could only snap some pictures in passing. This charming town definitely deserves a return visit. Here are the few windows I managed to capture.
The lines are from the trolley coaches which are operated electrically throughout the town.
Even the simple windows feature decorative details.
And if the stukko work isn’t enough they add flowers.
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