A Bag Full of Memories

This was our goodie bag from last weekend except that I have the t-shirt in a burnt orange and a turquoise blue as well. The weekend which these items represent was so much more than the parts – sunshine and rainbows and a little bit of rain (and the weather forecast had promised almost three solid days of rain), and very hilly trails amidst the vineyards with gorgeous views of the Rhine and the Loreley, and wine and beer and cocktails and food and snacks and music and party to our hearts’ content – and most important: nice people quite a few of them friends, old and new ones. The youngest hasher was 8 months old and thus just 90 years short of our oldest hasher. And fun was had by all.

And as I promised to Bushboy: that will me be quiet about hashing for quite some time. After all the stress of organising 270 people, I can think again about other things now.

The Cosmic Photo Challenge: More than the Sum of Things

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Architects Be Happy

I was happily cycling along when this house caught my eye.

The first unusual window I noticed was the skew one on the side, probably a window in a staircase.

Most of the windows are very narrow.

Except for those that are long and narrow.

And on the other accessible side of the building I found these:

Monday Window

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