Friday is Skyday

Looking northwards at 12:14:25

Looking southwards at 12:16:37

 

Satur(day)ation

The last potato cellared for this year,
my heart rose up like a falcon to the sky:
Two bees and a bumble-bee 
enjoying a sunflower feast.

Friday is Skyday

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Laughing Lhursday*

Once again I feel relieved
that Fortune favours fools,
or as a German saying goes,
"Die dümmsten Bauern
ernten die größten Kartoffeln."
/
"The dumbest farmers
harvest the biggest potatoes".

Sometimes a saying
can be a great comfort.

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

 

Kind of Idyll

It's been raining.

Bowing to courageous journalists

Freedom of the press is not only endangered in war zones or dictatorships.

Today, the 1st Hamburg Press Freedom Week began; with interesting guests talking about interesting topics.

Coincidence it's September 11?

My thoughts go back ... no, not 22 years. 50 years.

September 11, 1973: Chilean coup d'état

Never shall I forget this day and the atrocities that followed. 

And I shan't forget José Carrasco. 

Chile, my tortured country

In the morning hours of 8 September 1986, shortly after a regrettably unsuccessful assassination attempt on General Pinochet, José Carrasco, editor of the magazine Análisis, was kidnapped from his flat and shot by a death squad at a cemetery wall.
The cemetery wall became a site of resistance. Residents of the adjacent poor quarter painted the wall white and decorated it with flowers.
At first, policemen came every night, painted the wall black, tore out the flowers, even sawed off an iron cross the poor of Caonchali had put up.
There, people who barely had enough money to eat, let alone buy newspapers, demanded freedom of speech and honoured the courage of the journalist and his colleagues.
Take my words as a tribute to all those who had, have and will have the courage to speak out against injustice, arbitrariness and totalitarianism of any kind.
I am not sure I would have been or would be so courageous.
The peace of the night.

Another pleasure for the eyes

Yucca filamentosa

 

Marguerites ... and the Master

As I am just once again re-reading
Bulgakov's "The Master and Margarita
and to please Paula with her favourite flower.

Friday is Skyday

Late August
these were messengers of much rain.

Insects Bar

Especially during the dry period
in early summer, uncounted insects
appreciated this safe place
to quench their thirst or
simply enjoy a refreshing bath.

 

Brave new peace of mind

Not even daisies stand a chance here.
An advertisement reads:
Lawn Robot gives you freedom
and peace-of-mind,
with smart home technology.
Well, if our neighbours
find peace-of-mind in such a sight ...

I do prefer daisies.

The invisible beneath the visible

Borage, dahlias and
marigold, marigold, marigold.
Who would guess
that a year's worth of potatoes grow here,
along with various types
of onions, tomatoes, peppers,
plus kohlrabi, carrots, etc.?

Holidays

Recently, rain allowed them lots of leisure.