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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