On the Road

Snow 0 Rain 1

Looking outward

The open day is bright with pictures for everyone,

when green fields appear on the distant plain,

before the light of evening yields to twilight,
and reflections of light alleviate the noise of the day.
The inner being of the world often appears clouded
and hidden, and people's minds are full of doubts
and irritation, but splendid nature cheers up their days,
and doubt's dark questions stay distant.

Friedrich Hölderlin

Aussicht

Der offne Tag ist Menschen hell mit Bildern,
Wenn sich das Grün aus ebner Ferne zeiget,
Noch eh des Abends Licht zur Dämmerung sich neiget,
Und Schimmer sanft den Klang des Tages mildern.
Oft scheint die Innerheit der Welt umwölkt, verschlossen,
Des Menschen Sinn von Zweifeln voll, verdrossen,
Die prächtige Natur erheitert seine Tage
Und ferne steht des Zweifels dunkle Frage.

24. März 1671

Mit Untertänigkeit

Scardanelli.

On the Road

Fast art / Schnelle Kunst
or:
Fast Kunst /Almost art

Monochrome Monday

Connecting people.

Laughing Lhursday*

Magnificent Seven.

* Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Obviously

Mr. and Mrs. Crow are non-smokers.

Neighbourhood watch

Now, look at that, darling.

The greenfinch is free

Imagine a Panther
on this side of the bars.

 

I was there

Trees and shadows are still real, Fernando.

Playground

Derry, Bogside, July 1985

Monochrome Monday

Coldness makes
smoke creeping in the horizontal.
Any similarity to any caste system is merely coincidental.

Friday is Skyday

Blue Moon.

On the road

Why are there trees I never walk under
but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road, 1856

Dubliners

Synchrony - unintentional.

Monochrome Monday

Finding its way through the poplars.

Repose

Watching night and tide coming in.

Staigue Fort

Thalatta!

Friday is Skyday

Cherry or Cherishing hope.

May Asaram Baku become 500 years old

There is one rotten bastard in India I wish a very very long life (and not only one):

Asraram Baku, a self proclaimed guru and obviously unpretty influential idiot.

May this evil stupid bastard – and with him all his followers and brothers in spirit – lose all teeth except of one and become at least 500 years old and throughout the centuries enjoy horrible toothache 59 minutes of each hour and both slowly and painfully rotting testicles.


From The Indian Express:
Asaram Bapu holds girl responsible for Delhi gangrape,says 'spare' the rapists, slams media

"Only 5-6 people are not the culprits.
The victim daughter is as guilty as her rapists"

Oh well, there is obviously not only something rotten in the state of India.

Monochrome Monday

On the road.

... and back to its beginning

Boring you with ...

... poplars, mist and mistletoes

Sea of love

Chimneys

Chimney ... elder and jasmine

If I have to go

Friday is Skyday

North, 01:37

South, 01:42

Southeast, 01:43

Làgrima III

Tears - fly - screen

Lágrima II

Tears from far away ...

Lágrima

Raindrops knocking at my window

Regentropfen,
die an mein Fenster klopfen.

Intention overboard

One book a day,
Thus at the end of 2013 the world could know my top 365.
A vague intention it was.

As can be seen I threw this intention overboard.

After all, this blog has already become boring enough.

So, there might be some photos more now and then, some empty words more, and that's that.


Enjoy, if you can.

Happy New Year!