Let’s start with a bouquet of flowers in pleasing orange, yellow, and red. In autumn the warm colours of a vineyard is full of promise for the warm colours of next year’s wine. And talking about wine or Wein, this is the view of the old … Continue reading From Wholesome to Hurtful
All the time when I grew up the Wachenburg looked down on the town with a muted, reddish brown roof. I don’t know when the tiles were renewed – I don’t have any photos of the brownish tiles – but one day it was bright red. The … Continue reading Vamped Up
Our hometown has the moniker Zweiburgenstadt, Two Castle Town. That’s because there is an old castle ruin on a hill and a newer castle on the hill adjacent to it. 100 and 1000 years, re But there is also a castle, a small palace with a beautiful … Continue reading I’m a Fan of Castles in the Snow
you can’t see forever and ever but still pretty far.
This is the view from the Tromm, one of the highest mountains / hills in the Odenwald towards the west. The Wachenburg, a fortress I normally look up to, can be seen in the middle and beyond is the Rhine Valley. On a clear day one can see the hills of the Palatinate in the distance on the other side of the river.
The same view on another day at a different time of day:
Either way one can see
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I started with green and then …
New leaves.
Spiked wheat.
Premature rose.
Cultured rose.
Grazing buck.
Thoughtful meerkat.
Watchful castle.
Calm Sea.
Lens Artist Photo Challenge: Monochrome
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The Wachenburg is only 100 years old, it was built between 1907 and 1928. The rain gutters were done by my grandfather who was a plumber and tinner by profession.
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Student fraternities start out with great expectations and aspirations: The original idea was for students to form an alliance to fight for political goals, or more specific to aim for a unified Germany through the alliance of the many individual German states (similar the U.S.A. almost a hundred years earlier – who adopted this Latin aphorism for their state motto).
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When I was three years old I contracted whooping cough. At the time, the treatment consisted of symptomatic relief, and caregivers were advised to let patients into fresh air, preferably sea or mountain climate.
We neither had close to us but for six weeks my grandpa put me on his shoulders and walked up these hills until we reached the castle on the left, quite a lot of steep paths through the thick forest in wonderful, healthy air.
He was indefatigable.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt: Indefatigable
A castle to the left, a castle to right. The choice is yours.
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