When I first started with digital photography I took lots of random photos and then was amazed what I had snapped when I saw the pictures on the bigger screen of my computer. The bloom of a dandelion, generally considered a weed, was one of … Continue reading Getting close and blowing up
I don’t know much about this woman. I know she stands in Bad Kreuznach, Germany. I know her creator doesn’t hold much with textiles. I guess she is made of bronze. But that’s it. I wonder how old she is. I wonder who created her. I wonder who she is or what she represents. But most of all I wonder what the belle she is doing.
A random colour collage. Aino has not set particular colours for this weekend but left it to ourselves to “shoot, combine, and share”: black, white, red, and beige. PS: I had misunderstood the prompt, so this is just a colour collage. I’ll do the proper … Continue reading Oh mEye!
However, the French is not. Every now and again you have to pass through a “péage” point. Wonderful bottlenecks on already congested roads (during holiday time). It is getting better – some routes are camera controlled (but you can’t wait until they bill you, you … Continue reading The German autobahn is free
Henry prevented me (once again) from doing what I should do.
And he knows it. And he gloats.
.
.
..
The green Ampelmännchen (the pedestrian traffic light sign in Germany).
A green ballerina in the winter lights installation in Mannheim last year.
The Stadtwerketurm in Duisburg at night.
Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge: Green
.
.
..
My hometown is known as the two-castle-town because: When a stranger to the town asks for the name of the castle, he or she will usually get the answer: Welli? Which is not the name of either of the castles but the question in the … Continue reading Welli
Our son is called Timothy. In order to make it easier for our German relatives this was shortened to Timo (which we thought was terribly creative not realising that Timo on its own had become widely popular at the time time). He is now 35 and everytimotime I write the word “time” my fingers type timo and I have to go back, and replace the o with an e. Every timo time!
This photo of him was taken a long timo time ago, in 2000, for the his school’s millenium parade celebrating famous people in timo time. He decided to go as Martin Luther King (which suited me fine, since it was a much easier costume than the ones for all the Tut-ankh-Amuns, Henry VIIIs, and even Julius Cesars.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Timo Time
pictures imperfect blog 