Moon behind Poplars

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Why should I?

 

 

Monochrome Monday

60.

Illuminated

One could also call it waste of energy
and light pollution.

On the Road

[. . .]
And I need the phone.
The phone?
Yes. To call you in the night.
Oh, mother, but you are in hospital.
Not at home?
No. In hospital. For a couple of days.
In H.?
No, in G.
Will sister Gabi come tomorrow morning?
. . . Oh, sure. I think she will soon come again.
That's good.[. . .]

Within two days getting totally confused, demented even?
How do they do it in hospitals? 


Update:
In early morning she died.
25.07.1924 - 21.10.2013
May she rest in peace.

Cherry leaves

. . . while Sunday leaves . . .

Over the Poplars

Looking east

while in the west

the sun is about dropping off the disc.

Voice in Background

Who's that?
A wanted villain?

On the Road

Cropping? Why should I?

Land's End

Blimey . . . πάντα ῥεῖ,. and time flies.

Autumnal Hedge

"Seanian Summer" :)

Monochrome Monday (47)

Young day.

Praised be her Madness :)

Four days before I became 25 in 1978, Jacques Brel died.

I was young, and sad. Not too sad, though. I was young.

Today I realise, I have – so far – been allowed to live eleven years and four days longer than this fascinating man.

And I wonder [attention: rhetorical question]: Is life fair?

Time to thank those who have been and still are kind to me, to those who love me and to her who only today said "I love you like mad".

If I were a magician everyone reading these lines – and everyone not reading them – would feel her / his heart filled with serenety and love.

With exception of those bastards I do wish an extraordinarily long life with but one tooth left – and 59 minutes toothache each hour – and slowly and painfully rotting testicles!

To mention but a few contemporaries: . . . Uff! So many?! Oh dear!!

Surely you will know some more.

May lots of empathy be upon you . . . and me. :)

I leave you with . . . Jacques Brel, although in this very concert he does not sing one single favourite chanson of mine.

One can't repeat it . . .

. . . often enough: 

The American who was the first to discover Columbus,made a fatal discovery.

Der Amerikaner, der den Kolumbus zuerst entdeckte,
machte eine böse Entdeckung. [G 183]

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742 - 1799)