Lens-Artists Challenge #364: A Quiet Moment
Tag: Friedhof
Lest We Forget
From the cemetery in Brandau where dead from the second world war are buried. Some were soldiers, some weren’t. Some graves carry names, some don’t. Ragtag Daily Prompt: Unknown
A Topical Place
Since it’s football time in Europe at the moment (that’s soccer to you Americans and South Africans), particularly in Germany since the country is hosting the UEFA Euro, I thought to take you to the cemetery in the next village, literally a kilometre from our … Continue reading A Topical Place
What’s on Your Agenda?
Anything tickles your fancy? I can tell you what is NOT on my agenda, not today anyway: FOWC with Fandango: Agenda
This Art is Grave
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).
Barrow Gardening
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.
Graveside Halloween
#29 for Tourmaline’s Halloween Challenge: Grave.
I see faces – in unusual places
After Tourmaline announced yesterday that she would have a reboot of the Halloween Challenge I looked through my archive of ghosts, spirits, graves and the like. But nothing could scare or spook me after this friendly headstone smiled at me.
Fast, faster, fastest
The English word squirrel and the German word Eichhörnchen have nothing in common except their meaning, yet in both languages they are considered to be amongst the most difficult words to pronounce and an almost fail-safe recognition of non-mother-tongue speakers (btw: I am very proud of my pronunciation of squirrel, apparently I pass the squirrel test, I have more difficulties with other words).
For some reason or other I come across squirrels almost exclusively in cemeteries. They seem to watch me as much as I watch them.
On their hind legs the little creatures look especially cute and somehow human.
Another cemetery, a different squirrel.
The squirrels of the Munich West cemetery are black rather than chestnut brown.
Either this one let me get closer or I’ve become a better photographer.
And this is the only non-cemetery squirrel in my collection: I’ve caught it literally and figuratively red-handed, raiding the bird feeder.
A Fan of … Squirrels contribution. Check out more squirrels here.
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