Friday is Skyday

13:10
neither the day, though,
nor the month.

Monochrome Monday

For centuries
on top of the village:
Clergy and Gentry.

Sun(day)'s Painting

Under the Rainbow

Wanderer's Night Song

Wanderers Nachtlied

Über allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh',
In allen Wipfeln
Spürest du
Kaum einen Hauch.
Die Vöglein schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest du auch.

Goethe

Wanderer's Nightsong

Over all peaks
Reigns calm,
In all treetops
Senseth thou
Barely a breath.
The birdies keep silent in the wood.
Simply wait, soon
Resteth thou, too.

translated by McSeanagall :)

Praise of taciturnity (reload)

Binn béal 'na chomhnuidhe.

The mouth that speaks not is sweet to hear.

:)

The peace of the night.

Des gibt's net!

Today's the first anniversary of the day on which Ludwig Hirsch followed his black bird.

Watching the video and listening to him, as always brought tears to my eyes.



Tough guy.

Friday is Skyday

18:15

18:16

My Walden II

... sort of, anyway.

:)
And voilá, CherryPie,
a place for you
to sit and rest a while.

Requiem

Fated to die
and still admired.
Yellow beauty.

Not Jupiter

October morning, 07:10 a.m.

Chimney

Rising ...

African mask

... not a

Leaving

I am told peace-loving people somewhere far away
are competing in rocket science.
Surely there will soon be peace.

And when the stones are swimming,
the leaves will sink.

The peace of the night.