Whom the bells toll ... |
Monday, September 24, 2012
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
Almost
Getting close to getting in the fog again, we are, hm? |
Labels:
Hermann Hesse,
Miscellanies,
photography,
Poetry
Friday, September 07, 2012
Monday, September 03, 2012
Sunday, September 02, 2012
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Laughing Lhursday
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Laughing Lhursday
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
There is no Holy Mother
... and neither there is a god.
Obviously, hm?
Or why do so many criminal bastards reign in such many countries?
Good luck!
Labels:
organised crime,
organised stupidity,
Pussy Riot,
Putin,
Religion
Friday, August 17, 2012
Scrap dealer's passing
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Brothers in Arms
These mist covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arm
Through these fields of destruction
Baptism of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
Monday, August 13, 2012
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Praised be the button
Tonight, watching the closing ceremony of the London 2012 Games and after two hours consulting my watch I had to learn that only ten minutes had passed.
Luckily our TV has a button to press. Friday, August 10, 2012
Thursday, August 09, 2012
Wednesday, August 08, 2012
Homage to Sir Chris Hoy
As I did not yet have the pleasure to portrait Sir Chris Hoy this is my way of bowing not only to a 'Flying Scotsman' but to a great sportsman. |
Labels:
Old Man of Hoy,
Orkney,
photography,
Sir Chris Hoy
Bugman II
Monday, August 06, 2012
Sunday, August 05, 2012
Friday, August 03, 2012
Calling myself an Aesthete
Mostly, faded puppies do not look very attractive. Certain aesthetes amongst gardeners would, therefore, pull them out ...... and probably not come to know ... |
... that slowly rotting poppy-leaves are a delicacy for hoverflies. |
Anyway, in Seanhenge the elegant bees :) are welcome. |
Wednesday, August 01, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Sheer beauty
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