The underpass started out like most underpasses: Grey, naked, and boring. Then sprayers took over. Some stuff was good, some wasn’t. Then taggers started to spray over it and pretty soon it looked like many underpasses do: a filthy mess. The town council decided to … Continue reading The Town Council Was Fed up
Nor quite seven either. But it’s almost seven.
I suppose I could have gone out and caught a clock at exactly 7 o’clock but it was much more fun to look at all the clocks in my archive. The closest I came to 7 o’clock was half past six (or “half seven”) on the face of the Uhrtürmlein in Frankfurt
and three minutes to seven in Bourg-en-Bresse at the con-cathedral Notre Dame.
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When I started to take photos a bit more seriously, not just snapping our boys (as adorable as they were, the boys and some of the photos) it was also a transition from analog to digital photography. One of the more startling discoveries for me … Continue reading The Tiny Things
We know “silence is golden”. In German it has the precursor: “talk is silver”. One Word Sunday: Gold and Silver
and we call chips pommes (with the -es clearly audible).
Either way, I prefer the beers (not necessarily that brand).
with a fun story.
When you come to our running group you have to be more or less on time. If you are late, the group has left. If that happens you have two possibilities: You run on your own, following the chalk marks, and hope to catch up. If you’re slow or lazy, you can phone the hare (the person who has laid the trail) and get a location where you can find the pack an run (or walk) straight to that location avoiding the meanderings of the trail and possible falsies.
Now there was this young, fit and energetic US American who was notoriously late. He’d phone the hare and 10 minutes later he would arrive in a taxi to join the pack for the rest of the trail. Needless to say, he was known as “Comes in Taxis”.
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