It’s not a flattering photograph. I didn’t even know I was in the shot until I got home as this was taken on the fly. I liked the slogan on the van, an advertisement for a local beer (We Want Wulle) because I could do something to it which involved our family name. My bad that the van was so shiny!
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Stealthie
In the first scenes of what is arguably the most well-known German play, Faust has contemplated suicide because he has realised his limitations in the light of his ambitions. The ringing of the church bells at the break of dawn and the Christian message of the risen Christ hold him back.
Next morning he leaves the city to join the masses of people on a stroll outside the city gates. The following is an ode to spring and humanity, a piece of poetry colloquially known as the “Easter Walk” and lines from it are known by almost every German. He starts with describing the surroundings, seeing nature freed from the white ice just as the people are freed from the grey city. Nature is still lacking colour this early in spring, so people have to supply it with their finery. The soliloquy ends with Faust’s awareness that he can join the rest of humanity.
Hence, the photo of an Easter Sunday morning stroll.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Human
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Misconception
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Junk
But small animals can be dangerous, too. The oak processionary moth has become prevalent in many areas in Germany were it was previously unknown, now there are often signs found on trees to warn of them. The signs have become permanent, they don’t bother to take them down in winter anymore.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Dangerous
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Translucent
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Jagged
I had a stroll through the vineyards around here yesterday, and no green yet sprouting there. But the cherry and apple trees are busy putting out buds, even old and gnarly ones.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Sprout.
Its suckers will destroy the plasterwork over time. In English I believe this plant is known as grape woodbine. Is there a connection to the cigarette brand “Woodbine”, I wonder? I knew a man called Woodbine once, who was neither clingy nor a (social) climber. So many associations!
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Cling
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