In summer this is the beach of the local lake, busy with children of all ages, splashing in the water, laying in the sun, building sand castles, playing ball and generally enjoying themselves, joyously and usually noisily. In winter it’s quiet and there are different folks frequenting the water and the beach: geese and coots and ducks and swans and cormorants. They seem to be enjoying themselves just as much as the summer visitors.
The translation of the short poem on this house reads: This building is here To dignify the town, To adorn the place, And for my enjoyment. Since I grew up next to this house, just on the other side of the lane, I thought the … Continue reading Place Times Four
This old building and the surrounding area is being renewed – some of the old building is being torn down, some of them are kept.
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The photo of the cormorants is from this week. I observed the seagulls last week. The ships came my way last summer.
When I was ten years old there was a pageant in my hometown representing scenes from 1000 years of history. Participants would show up, were distributed to a scene where they might fit in best, then were dressed and made up and off they went.
I was judged a good Sinti or Roma (which were then still unabashedly called gipsies) and although I had short hair I was considered dark enough to go without a wig. They probably didn’t have enough wigs to go around and I was grateful because they were scratchy and smelled funny. I was also allowed to carry my own bag – that style was called shepherds pouch and was very fashionable then and seemed to fit with the costume.
So here is a photo from my past depicting the town’s past.
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On Friday last week I went to the local botanical garden to catch a few early, early spring flowers. We had had half a centimeter of snow the night before and there was a little bit of white left. These circles, prepared for planting, were the largest pieces of white to be seen.
I did get lucky with the flowers:
I had no idea that I would wake-up to winter wonderland a day later and everything was covered in white. For a few days. Now its almost gone again.
No editing was needed for this reflection photo (except a bit of cropping).
Single reflection and double reflections.
The Cosmic Photo Challenge: Reflections
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