This is the entrance to the adult education institute in our town, i.e. where I work. It’s a building from the late 19th century and the portal has all the twelve zodiac signs in sandstone on it. I’m a taurus – which is cute ‘coz … Continue reading Signs of the Zodiac
Lately a lot of the local power distribution boxes have been painted in blue and black, the colours of a football club in the next town. The ultra fans of this club have stuck really ugly and offensive stickers on every possible surface. And now, the power boxes. But for once somebody (the town officials? – I don’t know who) has reacted and painted our town’s crest on the surfaces. A major improvement.
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The sign carries a dire warning: Don’t go out on the ice! Deadly Peril!
The reality: The pond is less than 50cm at its deepest point. It’s probably not the wisest of actions to go out on the ice, particularly since we have seldom more than a three day spell with temperatures below freezing.
Ragtag Daily Prompt: Precarious
FOWC with Fandango: Eye
Wordless Wednesday
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Wordless Wednesday
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Since I couldn’t match Debbie’s Six Word Saturday I think I’m permitted to break the rule and add a few more words.
I’m reverting to a series I had a few years back, i.e. using book titles as my heading and finding appropriate photos to go go with them. Today’s novel is Das Brot der frühen Jahre, a novel by the German Nobel prize winner Heinrich Böll. The photo shows the bakery (now long gone) where we bought our bread when I was little.
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Monday Window
Weekend Sky
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