My recent visit to a cemetery resulted in a slew of public art, some better than others. While I’m guessing that the middle one and the right one were on the grave of cat lovers, I know for sure that the bird on the grave on the left was made by the artist who is buried here himself.
This is the deco at the graveside of Sepp Herberger, the German national football coach from 1954 (when the national team could still win major championships).
So the song says (if you don’t want to follow the link look at the lyrics below).
Could’a fooled me!
Freedom IS across a county line if you are not in Munich because there is the Münchner Freiheit (Munich’s Freedom, a square in the borrow of Schwabing).
And in Brandenburg it IS a place you float to find – just follow the Havel river. (Ironic that there is no stopping once you reach Freedom Close).
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Free
The Lyrics of Freedom from the musical Shenandoah: Freedom ain't a state like Maine or Virginia Freedom ain't across some county line Freedom is a flame that burns within ya Freedom's in the state of mind. Freedom ain't a boat that's leavin' without you Freedom ain't a place you float to find Freedom is the how ya think about you Freedom's in the state of mind. [...] Freedom is a notion sweeping the nation Freedom is the right of all mankind Freedom is a full time occupation Freedom's in the state of mind
This is the gallows of Beerfelden, the largest and best preserved gallows in Germany. It was erected in 1597 (on the same spot was a wooden gallows before), supposed to be broken down in 1788 (except that nobody seems to have gotten the order of emperor Joseph II of Austria), and the last execution is supposed to have taken place in 1804, a woman was hanged for allegedly stealing a chicken and two loaves of bread (although this is not verified). It’s in a beautiful spot and commands a spectacular view of the surrounding landscape – although in this bleak light and with the clouds one wouldn’t think so.
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Any Kind of Geometrical Shape
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I drive past a cemetery every day and the other day I saw three watering cans, one blue, one red, one yellow, hanging near the entrance. When I went back in the afternoon the colourful cans were gone and only green ones were hanging near the tap. Still a nice trio but not what quite was I was aiming for.
But since I was there I had a look around.
More functional trios.
And a hallowed trio.
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More spring trees after the cherries yesterday.
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Overhead the tree-tops meet, Flowers and grass spring ‘neath one’s feet; There was nought above me, and nought below – "Overhead the tree-tops meet" by Robert Browning
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The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Nemesis
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