Rare visitor

A buzzard taking a rest ...

... this morning in Seanhenge.

 

Monochrome Monday

Reflections

 

Friday is Skyday

Remember, remember ...

 

Laughing Lhursday*

Rocket drive,
computer,
indicator flowers.

Prognosis:
As soon as all police cars will look like this prototype
there will be no crime on this planet.

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

In the Fog*

Strange, to wander in the fog!
Alone each bush and stone,
No tree does see the other,
Each is alone.

[...]

Strange, to wander in the fog!
Life is loneliness.
No man knows the other,
Each is alone.

 Hermann Hesse, November 1905

* For a change, but the first and fourth stanza, translated by me.

Heron

On top of the mighty fir
Standing sentinel
over Seanhenge

Friday is Skyday

...

 

Friday is Skyday

...

 

Laughing Lhursday*

Fortune favours fools,
or as a German saying goes,
"Die dümmsten Bauern
ernten die dicksten Kartoffeln"
(The dumbest farmers
harvest the biggest potatoes).

Once again
the old saying
offered me great comfort.

And here to put my genius
into the right perspective.

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Friday is Skyday

. . .

Window View

20:18

 

Monochrome Monday

My Walden ...

 

Villager's Delight

...

 

Morning light

... paving its way ...

... through the fog.

Friday is Skyday

11:40 a.m.

11:41 a.m.

11:42 a.m.

Sunset with Saharan Dust

. . .

 

Laughing Lhursday*

Snowy primate.

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Update
to prove Andrew (see comments) is right.

Baboon, still there
but disguising himself as a bush.

At sparrow's fart

No idea what let
29 members of the sparrow gang
from the cherry laurel vis-à-vis
suddenly invade this part of Seanhenge.

 

Sunday in Seanhenge

There's enough for all,
but why should blackbirds be wiser,

a goldfinch contemplates.

 

Laughing Lhursday*

A wing mirror's wake
on a white winter morning
rhapsody in blue

* [For first time visitors]: Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.