Friday is Skyday

Sheer beauty

Some passers-by  tend to call it a mess.
I tend to call some passers-by idiots*.

*in the classical sense, of course.

Of mize and men

A superior being holding the tail of ...

a mouse killed by a cat.

Be sure, ladies and gentlemen,
any Ahmadinejad, Bush, Chavez,
Putin, Obama, Rumsfeld, Merkel, Monti or Chinese politician
does consider you being a mouse.
Not.
For them you do not exist.
Same goes for Cheneys's Dick, Lady Cameron and
any Saudi Arabian prince(ss) of incest.

In case you are reading this in 100(1) year's time:
Choose the name of your favourite politician.
The peace of the night.

Hollyhocks

But a hazel leaf

No beleaf, still existing ...

First excursion

Almost ready for the first flight ...

Becoming of blackberries

May 27th

June 9th

June 30th

July 10th

July 22nd

Friday is Skyday

09:26

09:27

 

10:10

 

16:58

 

16:59

17:01

 

17:01 b

Bowing to the rain

Over the poplars

Monochrome Monday

Drainage

Prose

This bee – not only at 10:27 – does not necessarily know
that overproduction of food
does not necessarily feed the hungry.
Why?

 

 

The answer, my friends, is blowing ...

... in the wind.

Life is life.

A rose ...

is not a rose is ...

... not a rose ...

... is not a rose ...

... is not a rose ...

... is not a rose ...

... is not a rose ...

... is not a rose.

Got it?

Pour Claude

wild roses ...

Monochrome Monday

At leisure.