A big thank you for the square September, Becky!








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At the outset of our annual town festival the mayor and other dignitaries as well as the wine princesses of the region gather on the balcony of the old town hall. The mayor gives a speech and everybody waits for the cannon to fire from the nearby castle. Once the shot is heard the mayor asks the crowd below: “Wem is die Kerwe?” and the crowd bellows: “Unser!!!” – and four days of revelling can commence.
Translation: “Whose Festival Is It?” – “Ours!!!”

Double-gedippt (sic!) for FOWC with Fandango: Outset
and Ragtag Daily Prompt: Festival

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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).