Tag: #rdp

A martyr to art

Les oliviers by Vincent van Gogh

Vincent van Gogh has been called a martyr to his art. But from his suffering came the most glorious paintings.

This one hangs in the Scottish National Gallery in Edinburgh.

Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Martyr.

Not quite a bushel of wheat

The farmer with the sickle and the sheaf of spikes of wheat is one of four figures at the bottom of the fountain on the market place in Bensheim. St George, the patron saint of the town, and his dragon form the centre piece on top of a column.

Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Harvest.

If only I could journey …

Graf Hermann von Pückler-Muskau is credited with having coined the term meaning the sickening for far away places. He travelled extensively in the first part of the 18th century and used the term in his letters and travelogues. But the sentiment grew out of the times – the late Romantic era manifested probably best by the German poet Joseph von Eichendorff.

Although Eichendorff did not use the word, his poem Sehnsucht (Yearning or Longing) is the embodiment of the concept:

 Yearning
    The stars were shining with golden light
    As I stood alone by the window
    And listened to the distant sound    
    Of the posthorn in the still countryside.
    My heart became inflamed in my body,
    And I thought secretly to myself:
    Ah, if only I could journey with them
    Into that magnificent summer night!

Sehnsucht
    Es schienen so golden die Sterne,
    Am Fenster ich einsam stand
    Und hörte aus weiter Ferne
    Ein Posthorn im stillen Land.
    Das Herz mir im Leibe entbrennte,
    Da hab ich mir heimlich gedacht:
    Ach, wer da mitreisen könnte
    In der prächtigen Sommernacht.

  

Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Fernweh.

Not enough

space!

I came upon this crowded bloom of a wild carrot this morning. The insects seem to have no consideration whatsoever of distancing rules!

Linked to the Ragtag Daily Post: Space.

Turrets with bobbles

I just couldn’t bring myself to show a photo of somebody with a warm bobble cap while I am sitting in my room slowly melting at summer temperatures here.

This is a detail of the roof of Biebrich Palace in Wiesbaden on the banks of the river Main in Germany. A roof with two bobble caps, one for each ear.

Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Bobble.

Listen: silent

I never realised that listen and silent are anagrams. And doesn’t this quiet river bend just beg one to be silent and listen?

All the more remarkable because this is in the middle of Frankfurt, a city with three quarters of a million inhabitants, in a part called Bonames. The name goes back to Roman times, probably meaning that there was a bona mansio, a good wayside inn when a Roman highroad led past the area. Not far from this idyllic stretch of the river Nidda was the old Frankfurt airport which was used until 1992 as a helicopter airport by the US American army.

Linked to the Ragtag Daily Prompt: Quiet.