Pizzazz (or rather “purple pizzazz”) is one of the crayola colours – and the first year I participated in Tourmaline’s Color Your World Challenge I used this photo of a well-known store front in Edinburgh because it was just the right shade of pink – or possibly, purple.
My first thought on reading the prompt “inevitable” was to do an image-compare post with the bloom on an apple tree and a ripe apple. Then I thought of the frost we had in recent nights and and I thought that development from bloom to fruit wasn’t so inevitable after all. I thought of a budding flower and a fading flower, and I found the thought far too depressing. I went through a few other possibilties and ended up with the depressing (or possibly freeing?) thought that nothing but death is inevitable (and taxes but let’s not speak of the horrors of the night). The truth is that everything is fleeting, in the final resolve even our planetary system, our galaxy, the universe is not meant forever. But at least within our human existence it holds true that the next sunrise is inevitable.
When I saw the prompt encephalopathy I started to look for brains in my archive hoping for a mushroom that looked like one or maybe a poster or mural. Then I read the rest of the description and saw the added myalgic.
Myalgic encephalopathy – aka: chronic fatigue. I don’t know anyone with that affliction, I thought — and then: Stop! Of course, I do know somebody who suffers from that. I actually live with somebody who sleeps most of the day, anytime, anywhere. Meet Henry – who is lucky enough that for him it is considered normal what in others is considered an illness.
One of the crests of a student corps, displayed at the Wachenburg in Weinheim, a castle built by these corps. The Latin motto translates as “Neither by chance nor timidly”.
The fountain at the Geschwister-Scholl-Platz in Munich
is situated right in front of the Ludwig-Maximilians-Universität where I registered many years ago to study dramatic art and German language and literature. I remember diving into this fountain one summer night as part of a stunt to get our group elected to the ASTA (the student council). It worked, btw.