Rhein and Mosel: two streams that each has travelled through major wine growing country before they meet here, at the “Deutsche Eck”, the German corner, in Koblenz.
I was up in a cable car and against the sun so my pictures don’t show the amazing spectacle that the blue-greyish water of the Rhein conflates with the brownish water of the Mosel (probably due to bad weather further to the west).
“Gulch” must have been one of the first words I learned in English (I probably pronounced it “goolsh” and had no idea what it meant). It came up quite often as a place name in one of my favourite cartoons.
The Daltons – the arch enemies of Lucky Luke – tried their luck in Killer Gulch, in Paradise Gulch, in Bottleneck Gulch, in Tortilla Gulch, and others.
If I remember correctly, Lucky Luke has grown up in Nothing Gulch.
While a child latched on a leg might be cumbersome, this naked statue doesn’t seem encumbered by the child nor by any clothes or a longing for decency. Even so, the sculpture is called “The threatened one” (Der Bedrohte) and I’m wondering …
Now I know that cattail really means something else, and this is rather a cat’s tail, but how could I not?
When I last visited the sculpture of Reineke Fuchs, he had ears. A bit large for fox ears but definitely ears. A local guide told us that the ears had been ripped off a number of times and everytime they were fixed they were a bit bigger than before.
This photo is from yesterday. It’s apparent that ear breakers have been at it again. For the life of me, I don’t know what motivates somebody to such vandalism.
Spoilt for choice – which is the best game?
Henry’s criteria are, of course, completely unique when judging a game.
Piraten-Pitt (otherwise known as Pirates of the Kindergarten) seems to be a contender.
In the end, it’s Boggle. Definitely the best fit.
To be honest, I could have just put a link to my contribution to the latest Friendly Friday Challenge: Be Cheap! but I didn’t want to be THAT cheap.
So I decided for this staggering tower of traffic signs: no pedestrians allowed, no bicycles allowed, no mopeds allowed, no trucks with dangerous loads allowed and a mysterious E which I couldn’t identify – edit: it is apparently a category E tunnel. But there is a radio channel in the upcoming tunnel. Yeah!
I took my inspiration from Jez who is also showing “Four Friends and a Drink” for today’s prompt.
Once upon a time I took a course in calligraphy. I never liked just copying clever quotes, I would rather use my own texts. I never got very good, I should have practiced more but then computers with fancy scripts became affordable and for me the skill became obsolete. But I kept a few of my favourite limericks including the odd ink stain.
Covid masks are on the wane hereabouts. They are not compulsory anymore when shopping but one MAY wear them. I do and I can see that fewer and fewer people wear them.
I on the other hand have taken to wearing a mask when I’m outside, working in the garden, cycling, walking … and I’m getting these weird looks. “It’s not the virus,” I like to shout, “it’s the pollen!” I’ve considered writing “ALLERGY” with a sharpie on my forehead (or possibly on the masks).
My allergy to grass pollen is a lot worse than in previous years. I take tablets, blow spray up my nose, and trickle drops in my eyes. I still sneeze, and sniffle, and tear up. But masks definitely make a difference. So I will keep them on. And probably glide seamlessly into autumn when the next COVID wave is going to hit.
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