Looking up into the trees. No leaves but … a kestrel perhaps. And surprise – a stork which hasn’t left for the south. Actually, we saw three in different nests. And here the foreigners amongst the local birdlife: ringnecked parakeets. Looks like I wasn’t the … Continue reading The Sky Above and the Camera Below
The Cosmic Photo Challenge: Close up .
We had it cold two days ago, even a bit of snow, and then it was gone within a few hours. Temperatures are up to 15° C today, I’d call that spring if it weren’t so grey and wet. The rain caught me when I … Continue reading Shaken or Stirred, Definitely Shivering
One of my favourite subjects throughout the year in Weinheim: the “Blauer Hut”, a remnant of the medieval town wall, the castle ruin “Windeck, and in the winter photo on the hill to the left, the castle “Wachenburg”. The Cosmic Photo Challenge: The Best of … Continue reading The Best of Four Seasons
The top nine photos were done with the “Kaleidoscope effect” from Lunapic. The last one with the wave filter from PhotoScape. Cosmic Photo Challenge: Festive Illuminations
Barren trees means nests are exposed and you can see where a happy family lived last spring. Lack of leaves also exposes weird forms like the cudgel like branches of a barren sycamore or planetree. And sunsets – whether au natural or with the plastic … Continue reading Bare Faced
I can’t really show my backside which is definitely my warm place at the moment. I use lots of cushions, some of the ordinary, soft cushions, some of them grain cushion for extra heat. So I’m showing a bench instead, marked specially for retirees, with lots of cushion in a place out of the winds.
The Cosmic Photo Challenge: My Warm Feeling
Christian Morgenstern wrote a poem called Herbst (Autumn) around the turn of the of the 19th into the 20th century. The first verse reads: This is not from the current year but it is still my favourite autumn photo: The Cosmic Photo Challenge: Autumn’s Golden … Continue reading As Good as Gold
Yes, it is a reflection and not a tree growing into the sky. A tree reflected in the lake or an emerging creature lurking in the primeval soup? And a last reflection – a graceful swan gliding over the serene evening lake. The Cosmic Photo … Continue reading Mirrormere
Yes, that’s a bastardised Shakespeare line. This is how sonnett no. 73 starts properly: That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWhen yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hangUpon those boughs which shake against the cold,Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds … Continue reading When Yellow Leaves Do Hang upon Those Boughs
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