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August 31, 2010
anyone lived in a pretty how town
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did.
women and men (both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain
children guessed (but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more
when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her
someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream
stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)
one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was
all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
with by spirit and if by yes.
women and men (both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
ee cummings
thanks to Alan for reminding me of this
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August 30, 2010
blowing in the wind?
perhaps
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August 28, 2010
No-Hands foot massage
from a series of illustrations I did for a book on No-hands massage by Gerry Pyves
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August 27, 2010
Playing out with Circus Girls
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August 25, 2010
Life imitates art once more
well almost - you get the idea
La Danse, 1910, Henri Matisse, oil on canvas, 2600 mm x 3910 mm
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August 15, 2010
the end of the road
there are two roads that come into the village, they merge at the centre and become one, this heads out and becomes a track, at the end of the track is...THE FOREST
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August 14, 2010
sex sex sex sex [trainers] sex sex sex...
David is indeed right, the advert is for shoes, training shoes, the sort of shoes you always wear when wandering around the house in your bra and pants, I know I do.
But for heaven's sake. OK, so trainers have become ubiquitous and seldom suggest any sort of training or sporting prowess, but really...
Is it saying "look, when you see me wearing black trainers I'm also wearing green underpants"? Is it saying: “look how easily I can brush my hair now I’ve got my new training shoes”? No, I guess it’s just shouting “HEY! HALF NAKED GIRL WITH NICE BOTTOM, oh and by the way, now you’re looking - how about these trainers.”
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August 13, 2010
sex sells
but what is this poster, on a billboard beside the Lidl in Karlstadt, advertising?
I took the liberty of removing the copy and logos - answers in the comments please.
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August 11, 2010
Der Katzenturm
or to give it its proper name: DER OBERE TORTURM - the Upper Gate Tower.
It's called the Katzenturm because, in the Middle Ages, some hapless incumbent, feeling the chill of an approaching winter, was leaning out the top window one day hauling up some logs, for his fire, in a basket, when the rope snagged and he was yanked out. He fell onto the pile of twigs and branches below and survived. The locals were heard to remark that he had the luck of a cat - for cats, as we know, not only have nine lives, but always land on their feet. Whether he did land on his feet in this instance is a matter for conjecture. But the Upper Gate Tower has been called the Cat Tower ever since.
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August 10, 2010
An old cart in an old barn on and old farm in Old Bavaria
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August 09, 2010
some more berries
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August 07, 2010
Der Ausweich Fußballplatz
This is the football pitch the local team uses when the ground is wet, so they don't mess up the posh pitch at the posh Sportplatz in the village.
Here, I believe, are the changing rooms. I say that, but it's an assumption - not unreasonably based on the fact that there are no other structures or buildings around that might serve as changing rooms.
technical note: taken on different days hence the slightly different light qualities
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August 06, 2010
Yesterday it rained
and today it rains,
and the church bells strike out their misted tones
to mark the second funeral of the week.
The village mourns,
like a wet autumn morning,
standing on dripping street corners,
black weeds under black umbrellas
and dark clouds.
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August 05, 2010
More Bavarian prettyness
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August 04, 2010
the wood shed
that is a shed made of wood, not necessarily containing wood, though for all I know it might, in which case a better title would be the wood wood shed wouldn't it? It would.
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August 03, 2010
some berries
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August 02, 2010
Operation Pollinator
the hum heard while walking about in the Bavarian farmlands is not an electricty sub-station, it's a scheme by Syngenta to help nature out a bit.
the idea being [if you'll pardon the pun] to lay down some quality grazing for bees. And it's certainly working, the meadow is thrum with the little buzzers, flitting from flower to flower.
an it sure do look purdy
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August 01, 2010
wheat
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