A silver collection for Life in Colour.
Tag: Skulptur
It Must Be All the Wine
The people living in the Rheinland, the area on both sides of the middle section of the river Rhine, are said to be jolly, fun-loving, and generally full of joie de vivre. In Koblenz they have a sculpture of two people illustrating a well-known verse of a regional writer who wrote hunourous poems.
a market-woman 
a policeman
The verse is written on a plaque on the ground:
The market-woman to the officer: "Believe me I'm patient but My husband has been peed on by our neighbour's mutt."
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Jocularity.
I’m so parched, I’m cracking up
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Parched
Gold and Silver Sculptures
The epitome of a bright and shiny sculpture: The guilded statue of Matthew Boulton, James Watt, and William Murdoch by William Bloye, in Birmingham.
Not so much golden but still bright – a garden decoration, an abstract sculpture in front of the station in Bad Soden am Taunus, a single foot next to Schloss Fürstenau in Steinbach, and another abstract in Weinheim.
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Wood Withers, Metal Rusts
This sculpture by Uli Lamp, called Golem, stands in Hemsbach, a town in the northern part of the state Baden-Württemberg, between the church and the synagogue. The mythical creature is normally made of clay but wood and metal works as well, I think.
Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Rusty or decayed
Five Questions
Is maternal feeling confined to humans?
Is it still guarding when people ignore you?
Can we call it cohabitation if we never see eye to eye?
If I can’t see the bottom does that mean the lake is groundless?
Are there non-variegated guinea fowls?
Thursday’s Special: Pick a Word.
Living it
I had lived in South Africa for a couple of years when I went back home to visit my mother and walking about our old town with its medieval towers and the baroque castle and the 1000-year- old castle ruin on the hill I suddenly realised that in Johannesburg the oldest building I could come across was barely 50 years old. Whereas in my old home history seemed to stare at me from every corner, my new home seemed devoid of it.
Which is of course, the wrong definition of history. I saw the height of the fight against apartheid, I saw the end of this terrible system (even helped in the tiniest amount – I served tea to a few of the protagonists). I lived through history. Today, this is history. So much so that a statue of one of the heroes of the time, Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela, stands surrounded by gravestones and garden ornaments in the lot of a stonemason in a little town in the Odenwald and is instantly recognised.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: History.
Let’s gow, don’t be slow!
Miaow!
Look at my claw!
It’s definitely a match for this eagle’s claw – who, btw, eats his meat raw.
More claws, in bronze and iron, black and rust.
Personally, I prefer little claws with little birds attached. I just wish those swallows weren’t so high up, and I so low!
Cee’s Midweek Madness: Letter W at the End.
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