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Carola kümmert sich um leibliche Wohl der Gäste

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Ti faccio dono di tutto

se vuoi,

tanto io sono solo una fanciulla

piena di poesia

e coperta di lacrime salate,

io voglio solo addormentarmi

sulla ripa del cielo stellato

e diventare un dolce vento.

Alda Merini

 

Braunschweig, Helmstedter Straße, Hauptfriedhof, Grabstätte Ludewig

 

OLYMPUS art filter "Grainy Film", überbelichtet

 

Alles war so ruhig,bis Vater Schwan kam...

 

Die ersten kleinen Küken sind da !

Foto aus einem alten Album (datiert 25. November 1918) - gescannt

Still in southern Garheim, Mark journeyed east. Galainir and Maldrake had been overthrown. Roawia was finally enjoying a state of peace after months of brutal war.

 

As Mark headed along the quiet country, the effects of war were still apparent. Farmhouses were being rebuilt. This was a priority for the locals, and very worthwhile. The soldiers, on the other hand, were being employed constructing new watchtowers and other similar structures.

 

Mark turned aside and questioned Lumen as to his duties when they reached their destination.

 

“I would like you to help with the surveying, first off. Have you surveyed before?” Lumen responded.

 

“A little bit, I would like to learn though.”

 

“Good. We’ll be there in about two hours.”

 

The two friends talked the rest of the way to the site, getting caught up on each other’s adventures in war.

 

At the site, the surveying tools were unloaded from the small caravan and the job was soon underway.

 

“Lower…lower…lower…yes! Right there!” Mark called over to Lumen.

 

“6.9 ft.” Lumen muttered. “Alright, now the next one!” Lumen called over to Mark, who moved the level to be lined up with the other stake.

 

Lumen placed his hand on the second vertical stake and looked to Mark.

 

“Just a little bit lower…to far, go back up…yes!” Mark sighted along the level and called to Lumen who moved his hand up and down on the stake as commanded.

 

“6.5 ft.” Lumen looked down and jotted down the next number. He motioned Mark to come over to see what was going on.

 

“See, the stakes are 7 ft. tall each and the chain keeps them ten feet apart. When you used the level, it didn’t really matter how high it was, just so it would line up somewhere on each stake. The first one was 6.9 ft. and the second one was 6.5 ft. that makes the vertical difference in elevation .4 ft. in 10 ft. horizontal. That makes the slope here 4%”

 

“Wow, that’s really clever.” Mark complimented Lumen as they moved to the next location.

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So... I thought this would be a good time to start the Mason's Guild with Garheim needing numerous different structures.

 

I always like helping my dad do the surveying before we tile, so I had fun with this build and story.

 

And finally, that is not a water trough for the horses to drink out of. It has to do with surveying before lasers and gps and such. Bragging rights to whoever can tell what it was used for :)

Birthday Cake from our children for my Mom.

Geburtstagskuchen von den Kindern für meine Mutter.

Slade Wilson escorted his friend, Floyd Lawton out of the dreadful cesspit known as Black Gate Prison. Behind them, the two of them left a large trail of bodies, as many notorious assassins do. Floyd broke the silence as they walked down the street.

 

"Uh... hey, thanks, Slade. I really appreciate you gettin' me out of that hell hole. I really owe you one."

 

"Don't worry, Floyd, old friend! This one's on me! After all, you DID save my ass a few times in Bludhaven, am I right?"

 

"Indeed, you are right. Were you able to speak with Ariadne like I asked?"

 

"I was. However she was not happy to oblige. Perhaps once the League has been well established she will change her mind."

 

"Oh. Well... thanks, Slade."

 

The two men walked in silence. Floyd swiftly broke into a house to find civilian clothes, and produced a vest, shirt and pants. Slade led his companion to the abandoned subway entrance that led to the New League Of Assassin's headquarters.

 

The headquarters of the New League was based in a large, abandoned shipping yard on the outskirts of Gotham. Slade punched a code into a keypad on one of the buildings and entered, with Floyd following behind him.

 

"Oh yeah, one thing" Slade muttered as he removed his balaclava. "Jade isn't too thrilled to hear you're back. She thought she might be taking charge if we left you. She'll have to learn that we leave no man behind, eh, Floyd?"

 

"That's right."

 

The doors in front of the two assassins parted to reveal a large training room. A man with jet-black hair approached Floyd.

 

"Merlyn? Hey, man! Great to see you!"

 

"Floyd, I think I speak for us all when I say this; I'm glad you're alright!"

 

"Hear-freaking-hear, Merl." A bored feminine voice came from across the room. Floyd looked to see none other, than Jade Nguyen standing by a stack of crates, clutching her katana. Floyd rolled his eyes.

 

"Missed you too, Jade." Floyd muttered.

Merlyn shook hands with Floyd, and went to go sit by the crates.

 

Out of the corner of his one eye, Slade could see a new recruit with ginger hair hacking away at a dummy in body armour with an axe.

 

"Hey, Jade. Who's this little zero?"

 

"Oh, him? Yeeeeah, he just showed up. He said he was good, and after a few practice sessions, turns out he's... beyond good. Moves like the Bat, if you don't mind the comparison."

 

Slade approached the new member.

 

"Son, what is your name?"

 

"Todd, sir. Jason Todd."

 

"Well, Jason Todd, welcome to the New. League. Of Assassins!"

 

The room went quiet, and all eyes turned on young Jason. He'd have a lot to prove he'd soon find out if he wanted to become as respected as his new companions.

altes Foto - gescannt - auf der Rückseite steht in Handschrift "Im Jahre 1926"

Hasselblad 500cm | 80mm f2.8 | Portra 400

 

To go with Vater.

Per lungo tempo un comune sodale - mio e di Giuliano -, sordo ai nostri accorati appelli, volle appesantire le sue pregevoli fotografie con citazioni letterarie più o meno appropriate. Per puro spirito di contraddizione, ora che il detto sodale sembra aver abbandonato quella pratica, voglio aggiungere io una citazione. Credo che il testo suffirà a mormorargli all'orecchio "De te in fabula narratur". Ecco dunque il testo:

 

Wie ein Liegender so steht er; ganz

hingehalten von dem großen Willen.

Weitentrückt wie Mütter, wenn sie stillen,

und in sich gebunden wie ein Kranz.

 

Und die Pfeile kommen: jetzt und jetzt

und als sprängen sie aus seinen Lenden,

eisern bebend mit den freien Enden.

Doch er lächelt dunkel, unverletzt.

 

Einmal nur wird seine Trauer groß,

und die Augen liegen schmerzlich bloß,

bis sie etwas leugnen, wie Geringes,

und als ließen sie verächtlich los

die Vernichter eines schönen Dinges.

 

Sorry, but this title only works in german because screw-nut in german is the same word as "mother" :)

 

Seen at the african festival in Tübingen, Germany. Single JPG with the kit-lens 18-105. Topaz Adjust for some more clearance with the nuts.

Twelve o'clock.

Along the reaches of the street

Held in a lunar synthesis,

Whispering lunar incantations

Dissolve the floors of memory

And all its clear relations,

Its divisions and precisions,

Every street lamp that I pass

Beats like a fatalistic drum,

And through the spaces of the dark

Midnight shakes the memory

As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Mother and son

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Mor og søn

I just did a cover for the childrens book "brontomama". Which isn't written yet and just an idea.

This is something to think about when negative people are doing their best to

rain on your parade. So remember this story the next time someone

who knows nothing and cares less tries to make your life miserable.

 

A woman was at her hairdresser's getting her hair styled for a trip to Rome with

her husband. She mentioned the trip to the hairdresser, who responded:

 

" Rome ? Why would anyone want to go there? It's crowded and dirty. You're

crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?"

 

"We're taking Continental," was the reply. "We got a great rate!"

"Continental?" exclaimed the hairdresser. " That's a terrible airline. Their

planes are old, their flight attendants are ugly, and they're always late.

 

So, where are you staying in Rome ?"

"We'll be at this exclusive little place over on Rome 's Tiber River called

Teste."

"Don't go any further. I know that place. Everybody thinks it's gonna be

something special and exclusive, but it's really a dump."

 

"We're going to go to see the Vatican and maybe get to see the Pope."

"That's rich," laughed the hairdresser. You and a million other people trying to

see him. He'll look the size of an ant.

 

Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You're going to need it."

 

A month later, the woman again came in for a hairdo. The hairdresser asked her

about her trip to Rome .

 

"It was wonderful," explained the woman, "not only were we on time in one of

Continental's brand new planes, but it was overbooked, and they bumped us up to

first class.

The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a handsome 28-year-old steward who

waited on me hand and foot.

 

And the hotel was great! They'd just finished a $5 million remodeling job, and

now it's a jewel, the finest hotel in the city.

They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us their owner's suite

at no extra charge!"

 

"Well," muttered the hairdresser, "that's all well and good, but I know you

didn't get to see the Pope."

 

"Actually, we were quite lucky, because as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard

tapped me on the shoulder, and explained that the Pope likes to meet some of the

visitors,

and if I'd be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the Pope would

personally greet me.

 

Sure enough, five minutes later, the Pope walked through the door and shook my

hand! I knelt down and he spoke a few words to me."

 

"Oh, really! What'd he say ?"

 

He said: "Who fucked up your hair?"

 

Naturwildpark Granat

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(Mocca ist die Mutter, Mila die Tochter.)

Noch während die Mutter weiter versorgt wird, schließt sie küssend ihre Tochter in die Arme.

  

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Ich bin die ganze Zeit mit und ohne Kamera dabei. Lächle beide an – und als auch der Vater der Familie herbeigeeilt kommt, strahlt er übers ganze Gesicht.

  

Liebe Familie. Ich wünsche Euch von Herzen, dass Ihr auch auf dem weiteren Weg Eurer Flucht in den Norden niemals von einenander getrennt werdet. Eure Liebe zueinander hat mich sehr berührt.

My favorite: Indian Cheese with Peas in a Creamy Tomato Sauce.

 

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