When I saw the Ragtag Daily Prompt “mouse” I was tempted to post a photo of my computer mouse but then I remembered all the mouse photos I had on my files: from the mouse we caught (after our cat had caught it) to the Gruffalo mouse, which lives in our woods, to the crochet mice I made last Christmas to the baby mouse we found in the woods a few years back, and all the others – I’m sure I’ve missed a few. Here they are:
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Billow.
Seen in a garden during the first lockdown:
WHAT IS IMPORTANT NOW: LOVE and THOUGHTFULNESS
to treat each other –
and not to forget those who are really in the shit.
Linked to the Ragtime Daily Prompt: Joy.
Procrastination
fiddling my thumbs
grapevine fiddling its shoots
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Procrastination.
The area around the Trifels in the south west of Germany near the French border is one large forest criss-crossed by hiking paths. There are huts in the woods, most only open on weekends. They are often operated by volunteers of German hiking societies. Their appearance is rustic and so is the food on offer: simple, hearty and usually one menu fits all. Simple but very welcome after a hours of hiking.
This hut is near Annweiler, it’s the
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Rustic simplicity.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Mask.
After this picture was taken, Peggy lost an arm and he could not longer walk down his ladder – much to the dismay of grandad who enjoyed playing with him more than any of his grandchildren.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Peg.
I normally don’t take photos during performances – it is too distracting – for me, for the audience and often for the actors on stage. However, I tried out my new cell phone to capture this picture (this is a few years back, it was my first mobile capable of photos and I was stunned what I could do without a flash). It was a performance by our local folklore society, usually a combination of mostly authentic costumes, a great painted backdrop (merely 50 years old), mediocre writing, bad acting, and worse singing. As you can probably tell, I myself am often a part of these proceedings (which makes it even more difficult to take photos).
I picked this photo because I really wanted to feature the young maiden standing left of the tall guy in the middle. She was the reason I came to this performance, laughed a lot, and joined the group a couple of years later. I blame her!
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Stage.
The writer in the family, Henry, prefers writing by paw although he can also use the keyboard of the computer.
Sometimes finding the right words is agony.
But once the work is done he can sleep the sleep of the just.
Kater Murr is the feline fictional writer of the autobiography The Life and Opinions of the Tomcat Murr. Murr, who is a proper fuddy-duddy of his time (early 19th century), writes his thoughts about his life and life in general on scrap paper he finds. On the flipsides of the papers are the fragments of a biography of the musician Kreisler, where ETA Hoffmann, the German Romantic-era author, set down his thoughts on art. The whole novel contrasts these two lives on opposite sides of the scale, it offers deep intellectual insights on Hoffmann’s ideas about art and aesthetics on the one hand, and humourous and wild anecdotes of the life of a tomcat.
Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Write.
This is Henry, our cat. He is sitting on the balcony giving us the eye and scolding us for leaving him alone. He is the most vocal cat that ever lived with me – unless there are good reasons for him to be quiet. The … Continue reading You are being watched – most of the time
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