A fitting end for the GalaxyS3now photoblog. It ran from June 2012 to June 2013 and now it’s done. I go on doing other things, reading books, pitching tents, setting up new photoblogs, chopping wood, carrying water. Goodbye and all that.
I continued with a new phone on a new site: https://nexusfivefivefive.wordpress.com/.
A mother duck and her ducklings in the Reitdiephaven marina. Cute.
You must have guessed by now that I spent the afternoon in Leeuwarden.
The dominating sight of Leeuwarden is the tower that Bonnema built. Bonnema designed more than just this tower but it’s an impressive one, this one. At some point slabs of concrete fell down from the topfloor but we’re not counting that as anything but an accident.
The train to Leeuwarden from Zuidhorn. I often take the train from Zuidhorn because it’s really close to my house and you can always park there and parking is free.
It is these moments when I see a stroke of sunlight and I run to get my phone to take a picture that I decide that it’s almost done with the pictureoftheday website. It’s past it’s date. Almost. Coming soon.
Waiting in a non-parking zone while Veet does some quick shopping at the butchers.
Thin legs, very thin legs on this fly on the wall.
By a waterfall I’m calling you.
We can share it all beneath a ceiling of blue.
We’ll spend a heavenly day
Here where the whispering waters play.
There’s a whipperwill that’s calling you.
By a waterfall, he’s dreaming too.
There’s a magic melody
Mother nature sings to me
Beside a waterfall with you.
Am I this droopy, grey guy in the green T-shirt? Ceci n’est pas une pipe, and all, but as long as it helps people who believe in identities to think that I am this, then this is me.
Good mister Dodgson said it thus:
Alice was walking beside the White Knight in Looking Glass Land.
“You are sad.” the Knight said in an anxious tone: “let me sing you a song to comfort you.”
“Is it very long?” Alice asked, for she had heard a good deal of poetry that day.
“It’s long.” said the Knight, “but it’s very, very beautiful. Everybody that hears me sing it –
either it brings tears to their eyes, or else -”“Or else what?” said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause.
“Or else it doesn’t, you know. The name of the song is called ‘Haddocks’ Eyes.'”
“Oh, that’s the name of the song, is it?” Alice said, trying to feel interested.
“No, you don’t understand,” the Knight said, looking a little vexed. “That’s what the name
is called. The name really is ‘The Aged, Aged Man.'”“Then I ought to have said ‘That’s what the song is called’?” Alice corrected herself.
“No you oughtn’t: that’s another thing. The song is called ‘Ways and Means’ but that’s only
what it’s called, you know!”“Well, what is the song then?” said Alice, who was by this time completely bewildered.
“I was coming to that,” the Knight said. “The song really is ‘A-sitting On a Gate’: and the
tune’s my own invention.”
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