Linked to Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Shadows and Reflections.
Not quite a bushel of wheat
The farmer with the sickle and the sheaf of spikes of wheat is one of four figures at the bottom of the fountain on the market place in Bensheim. St George, the patron saint of the town, and his dragon form the centre piece on top of a column.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Harvest.
🎼 Clean with me 🎧🎵🎶
I detest household chores like cleaning of any kind. To get me to do them I listen to audio books while doing them. Let me tell you, my bathroom has never been so clean than after an attack of Les Miserables (all 57 hours of them).
Linked to the On the Hunt for Joy Challenge: Brighten up dull chores.
If only I could journey …
Graf Hermann von Pückler-Muskau is credited with having coined the term meaning the sickening for far away places. He travelled extensively in the first part of the 18th century and used the term in his letters and travelogues. But the sentiment grew out of the times – the late Romantic era manifested probably best by the German poet Joseph von Eichendorff.
Although Eichendorff did not use the word, his poem Sehnsucht (Yearning or Longing) is the embodiment of the concept:
Yearning
The stars were shining with golden light
As I stood alone by the window
And listened to the distant sound
Of the posthorn in the still countryside.
My heart became inflamed in my body,
And I thought secretly to myself:
Ah, if only I could journey with them
Into that magnificent summer night!
Sehnsucht
Es schienen so golden die Sterne,
Am Fenster ich einsam stand
Und hörte aus weiter Ferne
Ein Posthorn im stillen Land.
Das Herz mir im Leibe entbrennte,
Da hab ich mir heimlich gedacht:
Ach, wer da mitreisen könnte
In der prächtigen Sommernacht.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Fernweh.
A thimble of light
This is not my best photo. It was taken last week, on a bicycle tour, in a dark stretch of wood, on an extremely steep road. So steep in fact, that I had to stop and push rather than pedal. When I had to stop completely to catch my breath it was very quiet and very dark and then I saw this foxglove a little ahead of me. My exhaustion is partly to blame for the anything but perfect shot but at the time, this single flower was light to me. And the title? Foxglove is called Fingerhut (thimble) in German.
“Light makes photography. Embrace light. Admire it. Love it. But above all, know light. Know it for all you are worth”
George Eastman
Linked to Travel with Intent. More photos inspired by the quote by George Eastman, are only a click away.
Not enough
space!
I came upon this crowded bloom of a wild carrot this morning. The insects seem to have no consideration whatsoever of distancing rules!
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Post: Space.
Turrets with bobbles
I just couldn’t bring myself to show a photo of somebody with a warm bobble cap while I am sitting in my room slowly melting at summer temperatures here.
This is a detail of the roof of Biebrich Palace in Wiesbaden on the banks of the river Main in Germany. A roof with two bobble caps, one for each ear.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Bobble.
Gallimaufries, four of ’em
As hot as it feels during the last few days.
Inhabited by black creatures.
Or red ones. Take your pick.
But the sun must go down eventually and with it the cool down?
Linked to the Cosmic Photo Challenge: Collage.
