Yes, that’s a bastardised Shakespeare line. This is how sonnett no. 73 starts properly: That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds … Continue reading When Yellow Leaves Do Hang upon Those Boughs
This is the Mummelsee, a lake in the Northern part of the Black Forest. There are countless legends about this lake and its mythical inhabitants, water sprites, mermen, and other ghostly beings. Poems have been written about it, the most famous by Eduard Mörike is called The Geister am Mummelsee (The Ghosts at the Mummelsee).
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The windows point the way to the coming christmas market windows.
“Rather too much to eat than too little to drink.”
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Macro Monday
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Seven years ago I was camping in the Black Forest and saw this derelict hut next to the camping grounds. I featured it here last year. And this week I happened to drive past the same field and the hut has been partly spruced up. … Continue reading What a Difference Seven Years Make (2nd attempt)
Seven years ago I was camping in the Black Forest and saw this derelict hut next to the camping grounds. I featured it in a post for FOWC last year. And this week I happened to drive past the same field and the hut has … Continue reading What a Difference Seven Years Make
Silent Sunday
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