Red Graffiti and Art

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This anxious looking guy stared at me everytime I took the elevator up to the tenth floor (and coming down) of the student accommodation in Prague where we stayed last weekend. It was a really old and beat up and his face did not inspire confidence in me.

But his redeeming feature is his colour, he is drawn in red and that gave way to me looking through my old pics for red graffiti:

  • A red imp? Red goblin? Blood drop with feelers?
  • Rebel of love.
  • Owlish stencil art.
  • Holding a handkerchief (tatü).
  • Freestyle blind by choice guy.
  • Freestyle fire power.
  • Snoopy and Woodstock have to stay out of their red dog house.
  • The red waste basket.

And last not least some more recognised art (seen at the Scottish National Gallery in Edinburgh):

François-Joseph Navez: Wandering Musicians (1828)

Red graffiti for Life in Colour

When the Worst Was Over

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On our drive back from the Czech Republic we had a mixture of rain and clouds and then when we were back in Baden-Württemberg it all of a sudden started to rain so hard that we had to stop on the side of the road because it was too dangerous to go on driving. It only lasted about five minutes and after another couple of minutes the sun came out. The roads were still wet but we kept going because by that time we were hungry.

Weekend Sky #38

I’m a Fan of Creative Non-Parking Signs

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  • tow away regulation in effect
  • private parking
  • wood storage area
  • probably: no parking

Warning to be towed away in Dutch – found in a German town far away from the Dutch border.

The private parking is obviously meant for … a stone trough?

Wood storage area – parking not allowed (in the middle of a German forest).

Found in the Czech Republic. I guess it means “no parking” (an online translator supports this idea – even if it insists it is Latvian). The black car either doesn’t understand or doesn’t care.

I’m a fan of … #124

What Stalks Our Meadow?

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The above title is an attempt of translating a German childrens’ song: 

Something's wading in our meadows,
in the marshes stalking.
It's wearing a frock in black and white,
and also bright red stockings. 
Catching frogs with snap-snap-snap. 
Clapping happily clap-clap-clap. 
Can you guess 
about whom I am talking? 

You think it's the chattering stork, 
in the marshes stalking.
Wearing a frock in black and white,
and also bright red stockings.
Catching frogs with snap-snap-snap. 
Clapping happily clap-clap-clap. 
No, it’s not. It’s Mrs Stork, 
about whom I am talking.

Monday Portrait