One might call it: The sharks are circling! It was of course merely a conga line beach tournament but the competition was surprisingly ferocious. There was an umpire who oversaw the suitability of the soundtracks used (diddly-diddly dum-dum) and the proper placement of the towels (one inch above the hip bone). Four groups of twenty-one dancers each had reached the finals. The coveted prize for which they were competing was a luxurybus tour to False Bay in South Africa to watch real sharks circling.
Apologies to Emily Dickenson for the title. Of course, the thing with feathers is hope, not a roof. The roof of the Staatstheater in Wiesbaden. Link to Brian Bushboy’s site whose idea it was to go up on roofs or the Leanne’s Monochrome Madness site: … Continue reading These roofs are things with feathers
There once was a young man from Dundee Who wanted to get to Glasgow for free. He stood by the side of the road. No ride! He wept even though he showed his bare knee.
In my hometown we are just a bit earlier than in rest of Germany. Our spring starts on the Sunday called “Laetare”, i.e. the British mother’s da so the photos are from Sunday a week ago.. I’ve shown photos of how winter is burned at the end the parade, today I wanted to show the parade. But spring was in the air which made me unfocussed. I didn’t pay attention and my photos are out of focus. I had inadvertently changed the camera setting to manual focus and they ended up out of focus, some more than others. I’ve tried to do my best to fix them, not very successfully but I wanted to show some of them anyway.
Except for the music groups there are nursery school and primary schools walking (with a few teachers and parents sprinkled in between – the smaller the children, the more more parents, and these days quite a lof dads). About 3000 children and adults were in the parade. Some might consider burning winter as cruel – but he was getting a proper send off.
The float of the firefighting youngsters. “Winter is coming to an end” shouts the little fire breathing dragons. “Help! Danger of melting! Run!” the snowman is yelling.in traditional garbthe colours of the townlady birdsfrogsrainbowsand lots and lots of sunshine
PS: In German, winter is male (as are spring, summer, and autumn). How do you think of winter in other languages – in French and Italian the gender is also male but how do English speakers feel?
The first photo is from this year, the other two from two years ago, apparently a week or so later in the flowering season. The windows of the house built around 1900 behind are also well worth seeing. Monday Window
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