Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Letters S or T

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Statues outside our St. Urs Cathedral in Solothurn, Switzerland

River Aar 31.03.2017

Tree on our local River Aar, Feldbrunnen, Switzerland

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Large screw of sorts, probably used for the scaffolding built where I live. There are all sorts of strange things laying around at the moment.

Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Letters S or T

Daily Prompt: Panicked – who me, no, but everyone else :-) .

Renovation

This is the view from the window in front of me. Nothing wonderful, a building site. We will be living with it for at least 6 momths.  I like to take photos, so at every opportunity, every new development I am out. There is a small problem, however. For me a small problem because I live with it. I am the lady that walks with a stick, because she might get a ittle giddy now and then and her legs no longer work as they should, something called MS, but that is just a name. If you have it there is not much you can do about it, so no panic, get on with it and live with it: at least that is my opinion.

I have a man, Mr. Swiss who basically lets me get on with my problems. Of course he helps when necessary, but I have not yet given up and still do my own housework, washing, ironing and cooking. He would help, but would only make me nervous hovering around all the time. And so we now have a situation, a buiding site. Mr. Swiss sees a danger in every little brick and stone, every iron bit that lies around, being convinced that I would trip and fall over it.

Ok, I must a admit there is a large possibility that this could happen, but I really take care with every step I take. This morning I decided to see how the work was progressing with the camera. As soon as I left my appartment on the ground floor I was recognised by the builders, greeted with a Guten Tag or Buon giorno, according to the language they spoke. One called from the top layer of the scaffolding and waved, so I took his photo. I returned home with ny photo tropies. Mrs. Swiss was indoors.

“Where were you?”

“Just took a short walk to see what the builders were doing.”

“Without your stick?”

“I didn’t need it, took a few steps along the path and could hold onto the hedge.”

He was not a happy bunny. I could have fallen, not  been able to stand again (which I must admit is a problem when I fall) and of course I was stickless. Without my stick anything could happend. I suppose it could, but basically I manage without it. At home I do not bother so much as I feel safe indoors. Outside it depends: if there is a hedge there is a support. There was also the problem of the dust. It seems my morning excursion to the building site coincided with the pulling down of the facade which is combined with clouds of dust and particles of styrofoam (those little bits of white fluffy stuff used for bulding insulations). Mr.Swiss was worried, with thoughts of infiltration into my lungs and breathing problems. Admittedly the workers wear a mask, but I was not working, just taking a few photos. It is now afternoon, and I am still breathing through my nose (I have a large nose which can be an advantage).

My afternnoon excursion was another cause for worry. Mr. Swiss was already outside, so I followed taking the key with me in my pocket. He was immediately worried as he had no key with him. I managed to calm him down by saying I had one. This time I had my stick with me, so no great panic, until he notices I was climbing the steps for a better view from the top of the path. I then met one of the chief buiders and we had a conversation about a machine I was taking a photo of. He informed me it was a compressor – of course, everyone knows what a compressor looks like.

I returned safely, with stick, and I was sure Mr. Swiss breathed a sign of relief. Now all is quiet on the building site. I will now remain indoors as there is no action to take photos, although I just had to open my window and balance on the grill outside (the only thing left to balance on as the builders have dug a ditch around it) to take a couple of photos of things hanging down over the window.

Renovation

I found this quite a good photo. I took it with my mobile phone. It was combined with a small risk, as I was not using my stick for support, but managed to balance quite well in front of the window. I did not tell Mr. Swiss, there is no point in causing unneccessary panic. I was quite cool when I took the photo. As you can see the outlines are very clear and no shaking was involved.

Daily Prompt: Panicked – who me, no, but everyone else 🙂

Good Morning

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Only two months ago I would be awakened in the morning by bird song, I would turn over in my bed, hug it for an hour or so and even fall asleep again – my world was OK. Two weeks ago the building invasion began and now I am awakened by the calls of the workers, accompanied by the sound of demolition, drills and hammers. I might even get used to it eventually. I lived in a quiet place and in the early morning hours as I was sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast and saying good morning to my computer, I would look out the window and see that everything was green and growing. An occasional crow would fly past, magpies would sit in the trees and my furry monster, Tabby the cat, would go on an exploration of her territory.

Now I sit in the kitchen and see various workers walking past carrying pieces of metal or concrete and perhaps even nodding to me as I watch and uttering a good morning.  Now instead of taking early morning photos of the bird population, I am snapping the working population, although it gets you thinking. I was an office worker and also Mr. Swiss. We also had to begin work early in the morning, but our only physical movements were to sit at a desk and switch the computer on. These building workers arrive at their building site and are already in action demolishing with heavy duty tools and rebuilding. Their first opportunity to relax is the morning break, around 9.00 a.m. They sit together in a quiet corner, eat their sandwiches or whatever and drink their coffees. After a quarter of an hour they are back to the heavy lifting and working.

They balance on the scaffolding with no problem. It is a different world. Today they begin on the ripping down on our building and the remaining blinds on our appartment will be removed.

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In the meanwhile, in the real parallell world, life goes on and my horse chestnut tree is still showing its very first flower after 15 years, however to a background of scaffolding. Even a tree grows in Feldbrunnen. It might not be Brooklyn, but miracles happen everywhere.

I hopped over to Facebook this morning as usual, and saw startling news from Buckingham Palace. The Queen has called for a conference with all her personnel and no-one knows why. Will she be retiring after all, I mean if the pope can retire, then surely she could as well. I was forced to retire at the age of 62,  two years too early, but had a fair arrangement. The queen is 91, so perhaps it is time for her to let someone younger take over, although this might not be the case – no-one knows. Personally I could not care, she will not have to search for a care home and wait in the queue until she gets a place. She can stay at the palace and still have her own personal carers. I am also sure she will be looked after privately, and not have to rely on the National Health Service.

And now to move on, no shopping today, just a small window cleaning session to keep me out of mischief and a few photos to take here and there of the working force in front of my window.

See you around, have fun.