Friday is Skyday

Following photos have been taken last Sunday - within 17 minutes.

17 minutes within which the photographer felt excitement, joy, awe, breathlessness, fear, love, pain, thankfulness, desire, deep peace;
and convulsing with pain ... hope ...

20:03

20:05

 

20:06

 

20:07

 

20:08

20:10

20:12

20:14

20:20

As someone asked*

* ... and (almost) always I do enjoy when someone would "look through" my innuendos.

Yes. I get the slightly strong feeling I am fad(o)ing away.

Nothing to worry. That's (part of) life. And thus: Part of Omnium.

Part of Omnium is also: I could be wrong.

Ah, isn't life / Omnium fascinating?

... Well, at least as long as one is able to look on the bright side of life.

May the living never envy the dead.

The peace of the night.

Fado...ing

Spiral of violence

As new details surface of the US operation that killed al Qaeda leader Osama bin Laden, the legality of the mission is being debated in Germany. Many are also critical of rejoicing [link added by sj]- they say it is inappropriate. 

Full article here.

Apart from that operations cannot kill, the peace loving US-American killing experts did, of course, not violate international law. Neither it is unethical for peace-loving people to rejoice in the killing of an evil human being.  

Or do you think anyone in the U.S.A. would complain if somewhere in the global village an operation were launched and after its success the world could hear certain politicians say:

"By killing George Walker Bush, Dick Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld, David Letterman, Henry Kissinger et al. the scourge of terrorism has suffered a historic defeat but it's not the end. The fight against these criminals* must continue and the states who are their targets must unite to fight them."

The peace of the night.

After all, "justice would have been done" [Mr. Obama], hm?

Icy face

The blues in the eyes.

Mayday - the third

Nurse: The hypochondriac in room 69 is dead.

Doc: Ah, now he's exaggerating.

- - -

Am I exaggerating? Who knows?

Anyway:

Wish I were well. I am not, though.

May those who sent me e-mails and did not yet receive an answer, forgive my laziness.

Be sure, my thoughts are with you much more often than I let you know.

And, please, be sure, too, I am tired of (mentioning) my self-inflicted weakness.

Therefore, I have decided from today onwards to 'have' one post a day.
Photos, mostly.
Not many words I suppose.
Neither I may 'feel like' answering comments - if there are some.
See?! Words don't come easy to me these ... months.



So good, the more, to see / imagine your lenient smiles.

Thank you.
And: The peace of the night.