This reminded me of both Peter Sellers in the Pink Panther Series as it did of Louis de Funes in the Gendarme of St. Tropez.
Amazing actors of an out dated era!
I’m a classic example of a humorist, only funny when I’m working
People taking pictures of their meals are not critics-they are From the United States.
Louis de Funes
Simply the oddest vegetation I have ever seen.
It grew on a stone wall and transported water from the top in rivulets.
People were sitting on benches all around(I am assuming the smell had some sort of health benefits).
For some reason, I imagined this would be what reindeer eat(How do I know this? Why would I think that??)
Two mysteries in one…
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained
Mark Twain, American author 1835-1910
As a kid, I watched Star Trek on Saturdays, the sci fi possibilities of life out there fascinated me. Except for Mr. Spock’s weird ears, Captain Kirk and Scotty, not much remains clear but a hodge-podge of eerie creatures. Recently at the Essen Philharmonic, awed by stunning Beethoven sounds- I looked up and thought of the starship Enterprise.
Part of the sound system – so out of the world looking!
The storm in early June left massive damage in the landscape. Weeks later the victims- once proud and tall – await transport after having been sized down into manageable chunks.
A sad sight, taking into consideration the huge empty spaces and gaping holes in the park.
1. a receptacle for holding goods
2. a portable compartment in which freight is placed for convenience of movement
An abandoned flood gate provides a compartment space for a little vessel.
Contained by the walls and the gate, which no longer open on a daily basis:
Time is preserved at the old Papiermuehlen Schleuse in Essen-Werden.
It is difficult to adjust to summers here in Germany- after seasons of Greek summers. The scenery makes up for some of it, but while everyone complains of the “heat” I am still sporting a jacket or sweater…even when temperatures reach 30 C plus, my body does not say “Take me to a pool, a river or a lake” to cool off.
The outdoor pools are PACKED and I really don’t want to swim with so many others in a confined space. The rivers and lakes near by are not safe for swimming and if you take one look at the color – dark green, brown – I, think of creatures which might lurk down there….
So, swimming? No thanks!
Recently, I read this:
“Some of the best memories are made in flip-flops”
Johnny Walker style—> I keep walking!
In the middle of the woods…
What is it?
who would meet who here?
for a romantic rendez vous…
Elves and goblins…
Alas, just the entrance
to a fall out shelter.
Let’s hang out…
an object surviving from an earlier time, especially one of historical or sentimental interest.
a part of a deceased holy person’s body or belongings kept as an object of reverence.
an object, custom, or belief that has survived from an earlier time but is now outmoded.
This old type writer my youngest fell in love with, at a flea-market and purchased for 2 Euros, now sits on a shelf in my room. It is reminiscent of writers like Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs, Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Miller, Bukowski and so many others, of an era long passed – like this then indispensable tool- they gather dust on the shelves of the libraries around the world – hoping to be rediscovered.
(Painting by kind permission of WILD)
My life seems like
a giant construction site
that need fixing.
my eyes wide open
Not an engineer
nor an architect by trade
I dabble in self taught
and make shift repairs.
Sometimes I lack
the necessary equipment.
The nails come up short
the hammer falls to pieces –
grasping for straws.
Precarious results –
legs trembling from the effort.
High strung –
The strain to keep
it all stable.
Not many occasions
to admire the work.
Sometimes I think
if I sit a moment too long
I will be swallowed
by the holes in the road.