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Tag: Veränderung
The Birthright of His Sex
I would just like to say That it is my conviction That longer hair and other flamboyant affectations Of appearance are nothing more Than the male's emergence From his drab camouflage Into the gaudy plumage Which is the birthright of his sex There is a peculiar notion that elegant plumage And fine feathers are not proper for the man When aaa......ctually That is the way things are In most Species!
My Conviction, from the Musical HAIR!
Change is inevitable
Once upon a time there was a small river running through a part of my hometown.
My sisters still remember playing on the railing and in the water. I am a few years younger and by my time the Grundelbach was already covered and ran for about 1 km beneath the road.
The town’s hospital was built over it and
the fire station next to it.
But even that is history now. There is a new regional hospital and a modern fire station away from the hills which hampered expansion. On the site is now a supermarket, a car park, and the traffic is led through a tunnel. On top of all that a large development with flats for the elderly and doctor’s offices has been established
Historic photographs are mounted on the walls.
At present, there is a building site for residential houses opposite which makes a panorama shot of the photographic mural difficult. But I might revisit the photos in a year’s time when the pedestrian area is free again.
Linked to Friendly Friday: Nostalgia.
Lightbulb moments
When our lightbulb in the guest toilet broke, I decided to change the whole fitting not just the bulb. And why not have some fun in this room?
Fun fact: In German, a lightbulb is not a bulb but a pear (Glühbirne).
Q: How many Germans does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: One. We are very efficient. And don’t have any humour.
Linked to Cee’s On the Hunt for Joy Challenge: Change your lightbulb.
About face
A beauty salon called “changeable” asking whether you feel a “desire to change“?
Linked to One Word Sunday: change.
The same procedure as every year
This is linked to One Word Sunday: change. More changings and changelings and change as such, can be found on Debbie’s Site: Travel with Intent.
Three trees twice
Apple trees in the Odenwald, Germany show their transformation throughout the year.
For more transformation posts click here.
A dying tree
For years I drove past this tree on my way to work. It was always there to greet me in the morning and wave to me on my way home.
Then we moved. And when I happen to come past again a couple of years later he had started to look sick. Dry leaves and bare twigs showing in the middle of summer. Another year, and there was neatly stacked wood in its place.
This is how it looked in his last good year:
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