Author: eklastic
Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.
Patterned Columns
Carolingian columns in Lorsch
Roman Jupiter column at the Haselburg near Höchst im Odenwald
Victory column in Berlin
Industrial columns from the beginning of the last century (with an added “I see faces)
Ceramic column, pattern detail
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Patterns
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Held Captive
Being locked in (and in some cases locked out) during the last 18 months has infuriated many of us to a greater or lesser degree.
Some felt the need to be docked on where help was readily available.
Others found their support in a linkage with others.
A helping hand is needed and the price should be reachable.
In this way, we are always covered – behatted as this magnolia bud is.
Which is a fitting conclusion because behüted in German literally means to be sheltered and protected.
Lost in Translation: Thursday’s Special in September
Double Take
Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt is “knockers”.
Yes, I know, … I can’t help it, apparently.
Here are the other kind of knockers:
Weather Beaten
< I’ve updated this post fafter checking it on my mobile phone. Apparently because of the lay out only one photo was displayed. >
Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge: Pick a Topic from my Photo
Wordless Wednesday
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Liquid Gold
Goldfish actually looking golden.
A dog drinking from golden pond.
According to the legend Hagen threw the treasure of the Nibelung in the Rhine. Sometimes at dusk it seems to glow beneath the waves of the river.
Given the right conditions, even a small rivulet can look gilded.
A moorhen has escaped from its golden cage, it seems.
Golden artificial light reflected off the surface of a small pond.
Golden moonlight reflected off a large ocean, off the east coast of England.
Dummies and Wellies
Not the best of photos, not the best of locations – but a rather interesting use of embellishments.
A Passion Play
This doesn’t go without the story to explain why I chose the gospel song rather than the Whitney Houston song.
When we moved to Zimbabwe in 1995 I heard of a planned passion play in honour of the 100th anniversary of St John’s Highschool in Harare. I am not religious but I really wanted to be part of a huge outdoor theatre production. Casting was already completed but I thought if I spoke to the director I might still get the fourth Jewess on the right or a similar part as an extra. As it turned out, the director offered me the job of assistant director and it was a wonderful experience. Within hours, I met 300 new people, 200 actors and 100 backstage crew, as well as 2 police horses, 4 donkeys, 9 goats and 2 camels, called Stoffel and Stella, on a working visa from South Africa.
The title of the passion play was “No greater love – a passion play”. It was videotaped and I cherish it to this day.
On a (very funny) side note, we took the tape with us to Germany and it got stopped at customs. We were suspected of importing forbidden pornographic material from darkest Africa. The customs officials must have misread the term “passion play” (although it’s the same word in German) in connection with “love”. After a few days we were allowed to collect the tape and it was handed to us without comment. Somehow I imagine a very red-faced censor who stopped the control screening after the first few minutes when Jesus came walking into the school grounds / Jerusalem leading a donkey (he wasn’t riding the donkey – but that is another story).
See the Stones? It’s the Sea of Stones.
The Sea of Stones in the Lautertal is a magnificent natural wonder of the Odenwald. There is geological explanation and a mythical one about two giants hurtling stones at each other.
And just to make sure that you do not think I am showing you close-ups of some pebbles, let me add something for scale:
