Lounging

I love idleness so much and so dearly,
that I have hardly the heart
to say a word against it ...
[Charles James Fox]

Friday is Skyday

Monochrome Monday

Trialogue

... ach ...

... ach ... ha ha ha ...

Friday is Skyday

Morning, looking East.

Evening, looking West.

Well, not today's evening.

The 19th it was;
the 100th anniversary of my mother's birth. :)

But a moment

Taking this photo yesterday evening
minutes after having finished a bread-earning project
and thus having still a nice portion of
adrenaline, dopamine and endorphines keeping me awake,
and sort of euphoric,
and at the same time, still,
my head already full with todays
interview to come,
I was, speaking with John Daido Loori,
preoccupied with the past and the future,
and thus with what does not exist.
Really?
Anyway:
about 24 hours later.
Once again having a nice portion of
adrenaline, dopamine and endorphines keeping me awake,
and being sort of euphoric,
I think it was still worth
to capture this very moment –
and thus conserve
a moment
of
the past
for
the future.
The peace of the night.

Living the moment

The following video is posted for visitors who would not know what Susan meant when the other day graciously calling some photos of mine "nice examples of Zen photography".

For those not being regular readers: I am no follower of any 'ism'. 

Still, I'd like you to take the time. There are quite a few good thoughts to be heard within the next 8:19 minutes.

More about John Daido Loori here and here.

Monochrome Monday

Sometimes Saturday

Morning, looking East.

Evening, looking West.

Spring ... for any reasons?

While for several reasons I am once again extraordinary busy with not blogging;
while for several reasons the world – although possible –
is not going to become a better place;
while ... well, you could go on and on, yourself, couldn't you? ...
spring is flowering out.
For severals reasons, probably.

And, for several reasons,
my heart does rise with joy like a falcon up to the sky,
whenever I am so lucky that my eyes do notice
what in the following I am going to share.

Blausterne (does anyone know the English name?)
growing between wall and sidewalk;

a daffodil,

violas,

crocus,

Blausterne again
(does, meanwhile, anyone know their English name?)

jasmine,

violas,

daffodils, again, near a trunk
that might (fingers crossed!) get chosen to become summer residence
of a Queen of bumble bees;

and another Blaustern.
(Does anyone meanwhile know ... ?)

Chimneys

Who wrote the script?

Ten years ago: Two fine gentlemen, one in Australia, one in Canada, within two days delivering one and the same speech.

Does, anyone have an idea who wrote the script?

Well, 03/08/2014, this video seems to be not privat, yet. :)

Friday is Skyday

This morning – looking East.

This evening – looking West.

Monochrome Monday

The Katkins

This season one of feathered folks'
favourite restaurants in Seanhenge.

More harbingers of spring

Harbinger of spring

Murky March's Moon

.

near Seanhenge and some miles north-west.

Feeling (somehow) safe

Monochrome Monday

Suntimes

Cul-de-sac.
Point of return.
I hesitated.

 

Beware of cheating

Weaker and weaker.
Week  by week.
Day by day.
Who cares?
Why?
As long as there are
such moments of joy ...

Would I know
there's not much time left
I might like to write
about veracity, tonight.

About manipulation,
about ethics,
(not only)
for journalists and photographers.

The peace of the night.

Friday is Skyday

Cranes are back

Monochrome chromaticity

Friday is Skyday

Peace to the Hovels

Death to the Palaces!

The hereinafter named Georg Büchner, a medical student from Darmstadt, has absented himself from the Judicial Enquiry into his alleged participation in treasonable activities by leaving the Fatherland.

The authorities, both at home and abroad, are hereby requested to arrest this man on sight and to deliver him safely to the office below.

Darmstadt 13 June 1835.

High Court Judge of the Archduchy of Hesse, appointed Judge of the Upper Hesse Court of Enquiry.

Description:

Age: 21

Height: 6 shoes 9 thumbs (new Hessian measure)

Hair: Fair

Forehead: Prominent and rounded

Eyebrows:Fair

Eyes: Grey

Nose: Large

Mouth: Small

Beard: Fair

Chin: Rounded

Face: Oval

Colouring: Fresh

Figure: Powerful, slender

Special Peculiarities: Shortsighted

Georg Büchner (October 17th, 1813 – February 19 th, 1837)

Personal note

I shall reply comments as soon as 

– words will be so kind to come easier to me.

– I feel fancy to be less aggressive.

Meanwhile, enjoy my taciturnity.

The peace of the night.

Friday is Skyday

Momentariness: Nature has its own ways ...

... of deleting comments.

Just a thought

In case I am not to wake up tomorrow,
I shall not complain,
let alone regret.

Canção do Mar

Friday is Skyday

Fabulous February

Time to control the Actors

Anyone of the opinion the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement (ACTA) like the Stop Online Piracy Act (SOPA) and the PROTECT IP Act (Preventing Real Online Threats to Economic Creativity and Theft of Intellectual Property Act, or PIPA is thought to protect intellectual properties and nothing but intellectual properties? The intellectual properties of artists? Of musicians? Of writers? Of philosophers even? Of ... politicians?

Kader Arif, the European Parliament's rapporteur for the Anti-Counterfeiting Trade Agreement (Acta), resigned over the issue on Friday (January 27th).

He said he had witnessed "never-before-seen manoeuvres" by officials preparing the treaty.
More at the BBC.

And here the quintessence of what Monsieur Arif said, in English, French, German, Swedish.

The peace of the night.

No doubt they canada

The Ninth Day

Lips of one
sleeping the sleep of the innocent.

He does (probably) not know sorrow and joy, yet. Born 13 days after one of his grandmothers' death and eight days after the funeral, today he was introduced to his great-grandmother. They did not see eachother, though. ... :)

No Chinese painting

... just one view from Seanhenge.

Friday is Skyday

Laughing Lhursday

Just for those accidently stumbling upon Omnium:
Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.
 

Back home.
After all.

When dancing is not enough ...

... make music.

Sustain me

Σ'αγαπώ

Six Days in 88 years

New Year's Day.

A man, his elbows leaning on kitchen's sill;
his head resting in his palms;
himself: lost in thought;
in many thoughts ...

Suddenly his eyes notice:
A woman in a wheel chair.

Pushed by a man.

Walking fast.

Escorted by a an Australian shephard.

Behind this trio:

A couple in their 30s.
She: pregnant in the 36th week, leading a 14 years old mongrel, somehow a mixture of a Romanian Mioritic Shepherd Dog and an Irish Wolfhound.

He: Leading another Australian shephard.

Both, respectively the four of them:

Walking fast, too.
Somehow too fast.

As if running away, trying to escape.

Trying to escape what?

Like a procession. Somehow surreal. Described by García Márques or Borges.

The man does not dare to move.
Hoping brother-in-law, niece and her husband will not look up and ...
think: bloody voyeur.

January 6th.:

The 62nd anniversary of the old woman's marriage.
Oh, how does she love him; him who died almost 12 years ago.
They will never understand.
A 16 year old girl in love with a 20 year old boy who soon will be forced to fight a war.
Flight/expulsion/displacement;
waiting for him: ten years lost!
Their youth!

She had loved her son's girl from the first moment.
Why?!

Why will she not be allowed to hold her grandchild in her arms?
Nine months.
Nine months ago it began.
Pain in the back.


She? She who four months ago has thought she'd not see her great-grandchild now, after she has got this pacemaker will – probably – not only have to follow the coffin of her daughter (-in-law), but about two weeks later hold her (the daughter's) grandchild in her arms.

'Life's not fair', the old woman says.

The man, his elbows leaning on the kitchen table,
his head resting in his palms,
does nod. Imperceptible. Almost.


'However, love, mother ...'
It is not exactly to understand what he murmurs.

Happy New Year

Let's try again :)

May 2012 bring you and those around you:

Health

love

peace

inspiration

success

leisure

contentment

and

- in case something does not immediately work -

lots of serene calmness and calm serenety. 

And having got everything, or not,
let us never forget:

We need a little madness.

Let's dance!