And in case you don’t know where to look for spring, you can always follow the signs: Spring Street.
You might end up here:
One Word Sunday: Spring
It’s never too late
I never played with Barbie dolls much when I was little and to be honest, I never much liked them. But I bought one as an Easter present for a little girl and I have been making clothes and jewellery for her this last week – I learned new ways to apply old skills.
Before wrapping her and her belongings I have started to take photos of her – and I am learning about staging and lighting and field of focus. Here are the first of hopefully a few more photos of her. Some more learning ahead and I have to do it in the next few days.
Friendly Friday: Something learned
Monday Portrait
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Not the Oktoberfest
This is one from the archive – the vast empty space in the forefront is the place where each year the world’s largest beer festival, the Münchner Oktoberfest, has been held since 1810 – with the exceptions of wartimes and pandemics.
Linked to Weekend Sky #22
“Pigs are happy to advertise for butcheries.”
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Misconception
Diamonds and Flowers
This old half-timbered house didn’t want to make the choice between flowers or diamonds.
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Triangles, squares and diamonds
One Man’s Junk is Another’s … Junk?
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Junk
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A chicken, more precisely, a cock, from the back.
And of course, cherry blossoms:
Cee’s Midweek Madness: March Alphabet ch or ck
Wordless Wednesday
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I Marched Through the Vineyards
”It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold, when it is summer in the light and winter in the shade.” Charles Dickens
I was walking (not marching, sorry for the pun) through the vineyards a couple of days ago and it was exactly as Dickens described it. The trees are still bare, the vines haven’t started to sprout yet but the forsythia is already in bloom. The sun was out but I was glad I still wore my winter coat against the cold wind.
For more posts inspired by the Dickens‘ quote, go to Travel with Intent.
