Dreams adapt, it seems. And become simpler.
Around the corner. A pool. A playground.
The right company.
Linked to The Cosmic Photo Challenge: My summer place.
The very busy caterpillar
Good things (?) come in threes: This was supposed to be my third post within a week to feature ermine moths. Except that I mixed up my calendar and the third one will only appear next Sunday. .
Linked to Sunshine’s Monday Macro.
I’m a fan of Bismarck
First of all, I’m a fan of serendipity. Let me explain …
This is the Springbok hooker Bismarck du Plessis, warming up for the match against Scotland in the 2015 Rugby World Cup in Newcastle, one of the two international rugby matches I watched in my life.
This is what he looked like in the match, a bit more dignified:
Bismarck is the guy on the right. He has been in the (rugby) news lately in South Africa as his merits were discussed in an all-time best Springbok team.
And then last week I was on a hike passing the Bismarck tower in Heidelberg:
One of many, many monuments that were built in Germany to honour the “Iron Chancellor” Otto von Bismarck. It is said that more monuments have been erected for him in Germany than for any emperor, king philosopher, or poet. And this in mainly 20 years, from 1890 to 1910. Somehow most of these monuments turned out to be towers but on the Feldberg, the highest mountain of the Black Forest, they build a kind of cairn with a relief of Bismarck:
In my hometown we only managed a bust – which has a curious history. It was supposed to be melted down during the second world war when metal for grenades and the like had come into short supply. It was only rediscovered in 1961 and now stands in a little, unassuming park.
And then, there was that recent pub quiz (zoom version) where I scored biggly because I knew the name of the capital of the US state of North Dakota.
Linked to I’m a fan of … #67 . More fanatical photos can be found here.
Work in progress
Inversion. According to the Cambridge dictionary: a situation “in which something is changed so that it is the opposite of what it was before” or “in which something is turned upside down”.
I started out simple. Schoolyard inversion.
Moving on to the animal world. Dragon fly handstand.
Head over heals squirrel.
Why not try it with ordinary objects? Inverted plank.
Tipped tractor.
Overturned reflection.
A vineyard mirrored in a puddle. The first shot is the inverted one.
Linked to One Way Sunday: Inversion.
A ruin must be rightly situated
to be effective. This one could not have been better placed. – That’s what Mark Twain said about the Heidelberg castle.
For Six Word Saturday. More six words and accompanying photo(s) to be found here.
And now for running completely different
We do our fox and hounds running trails every Sunday in winter, every Saturday in summer.
Before we run, we get instructions.
Sometimes obscure, sometimes understandable (to us, at least).
BVFC
We run (or walk) in every weather, every season, every terrain:
And then came – Corona.
Hint: look what it says on the back of his neck!
Our group has run without a break every week for 33 years – come rain or shine or Christmas Eve or Easter Monday. Would we let a stupid *§$%*$!! virus ruin our weekends? Of course not! We kept meeting.
Via zoom. And we had trails. In completely new and innovative ways.
One week we all dressed up in our finest gear, each in the comfort of our own home and we jogged on the spot. At various points we had to answer questions and whoever got them wrong had to do a penance, jumping jacks or squats or the like. For the next week, we ran in our own area, marked the trail in chalk, and documented it with photos. We had adventure quests (like an Easter egg hunt except no eggs but rather little bottles). Another time we ran and each time we came to an intersection we let the throw of a die decide in which direction to continue. And one time we charted our run with a running app and tried to draw a picture (before you puzzle too much: I was not a very good artist but it was fun).
Linked to Friendly Friday: Something new / Something different.
It’s astounding –
Time is fleeting. Madness takes its toll.
But listen closely. Not for very much longer. Let’s do the web spin again.
These nests or webs look delicate, yet the threads are surprisingly strong and non-sticky. These are ermine moths, so called because they are white and have black dots. The caterpillars eat all the leaves of a tree or bush, then completely cover it with these webs, and in about a fortnight they will have turned into moths (and the tree or shrub, incidentally, will grow new leaves).
We came across such a spun-in tree today on a hike and I guess they would all be gone if we passed there again in a months time.
Linked to A Photo a Week: Fleeting.
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