Author: eklastic

Zu alt, um nur zu spielen. Zu jung, um ohne Wunsch zu sein.

A Path With Guidelines

That’s the sign for “True Trail” – when you find this sign you know you are on the right way. Wouldn’t it be great if we had these fish skeletons signposted on our path through life and have all doubt removed?

Life would be boring. That’s why it can be more interesting to find these signs

even if they occasionally lead to a

U-Turn. And you back to the last point where you know you were right and try again.

Friday Fun: Your Path.

Five Questions

Is maternal feeling confined to humans?

Is it still guarding when people ignore you?

Can we call it cohabitation if we never see eye to eye?

If I can’t see the bottom does that mean the lake is groundless?

Are there non-variegated guinea fowls?

Thursday’s Special: Pick a Word.

Naturally desaturated

The colour in these photos have not been changed, they are naturally desaturated.

Is it steps? Is it a ladder? There are arguments for both.

BTW: Do you also see a cat?

Almost no meadow without a raised hide in the Odenwald. Usually the climb up is quite steep.

That’s why dads like to keep close.

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Steps or ladders.

It’s Not Christmas

There was of course, no Christmas Market this year. The closed-up stall in the deserted local park (i.e. the former castle grounds) seemed like a mockery of missed delights.

What joy when the stall opened its windows (sic!) in February offering all the traditional food items like roasted almonds, boiled sweets, candy floss and the like as well as sumptuous crêpes. With Grand Marnier and sugar for (my) preference.

The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sumptuous.