I have no idea what they are, but they are very pretty.
Daily Archives: 10/08/2017
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Take a New Photo or Photos – Any topic
A shot taken from the car yesterday. They are always digging somewhere in our town of Solothurn, Switzerland.
Last week-end we were in the Swiss Kanton of Schaffhausen, where the Rheinfall is: not exactly Niagara, but quite imposing. It was a feast for the camera.
Another scene from Kanton Schaffhausen in Switzerland. One village leads to another but they all have a church somewhere.
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Take a New Photo or Photos – Any topic
Daily Prompt: It’s glaring
“How sweet and she is looking directly at me, I am sure she likes me.”
“Let’s go.”
“No hurry, I want to take a few more photos.”
“Forget it, we are going.”
“But my photos. She will have the best place in my photo collection. Imagine how everyone will get jealous of such a nice looking cow. And she has horns which is not something you often see. Today they are always removing the horns. At last a cow with horns. Although that ring through her nose with the rope does not look so good. I am sure it must disturb her.
Where are you going? I am not finished.”
“Going, I cannot get away quick enough.”
“But she is such a nice cow and she is still looking at me.”
“She is not looking but glaring. If you perhaps would concentrate with your camera on a rear view of the animal, you might change your mind about it being sweet and pretty.”
“But I don’t take photos of the back parts of a cow.”
“Just take a look, I am on my way.”
“Oh”
“Yes it is oh.”
“I have never seen a cow with something like that hanging down under the tail. They usually just have an udder.”
“This one has no udder because it does not give milk and is commonly know as “bull”. That is also why it has horns, so stop referring to it as she. The ring through its nose is to attach a rope to pull it along, if it refuses.”
“How clever you are, I never thought of that.”
“Yes, and now let’s go. Bulls are not for taking photos, they have another purpose.”
“It’s a bull? OK, wait for me, it has started to make funny noises and no longer looks so friendly. Perhaps it might be in love with one of those cows over there. They are cows because they have an udder.”
“I am not keen on watching true love blossom between two bovine examples or determining the sex of four legged animals that say “moo”, or roar.”
“But think of the photos.”
“Of course, give me the camera and I will take one as it charges you. Do you want to borrow my red jacket?”
“I am not cold.”
“I was thinking it might make an interesting photo when it charges and you hold it in front of its eyes, something like the Swiss toreador’s last stand.”
“Very funny, wait for me, no it is just mounting one of the cows, what a lovely action photo. Hey where are you – he’s gone, missing all the action.”
Good Morning
Back to normal in the daily trot, but somehow if you take a break in between it is not so much routine as it was. In spite of the invasion of the scaffolding and builders, my rudeckia, or as some call it black eyed susan, has managed to flower this year. The garden has had to look after itself as there were too many interruptions caused by the working force, but it has survived. We now have another monsoon season since two days, but I am not unhappy. I should clean over the windows, but it is raining, so there is no point. Mr. Swiss says I overdo it in any case, as they are never really dirty, but that is because I overdo it. Here and there deposits of building material have settled on the panes, but nothing that a quick wipe over with a cloth will not solve.
This morning I have been left on my own. Mr. Swiss made an early start to take our car to the garage where it will be nursed into a good condition. It is time for the annual service. The garage is in a next village, but they will give Mr. Swiss a free bus ticket to return home. He can pick the car up in the evening again.
I noticed that the Swiss National circus Knie is in town for its annual visit.
As we drove home from our shipping trip yesterday I saw the many caravans parked next to our high school. The tents were also placed in town, althugh I only saw the zoo tent where you can visit the animals. This circus is a Swiss institution and has its home at the end of the lake of Zürich in Rapperswil. I am tempted to visit their zoo to take a couple of photos, but it is in town and not here very long. I am not a circus person and find that the animals a better purpose in life that to do tricks for the public.
Mr. Swiss tells me that two countries are planing war games. Funnily enough this time it does not bother me one little bit. What is the point? If someone wants to show his new toys and the other one says if you do we will use ours as well, then little me in the middle of Switzerland, which would in any case disappear in a puff of smoke if attacked, could do nothing about it. Some panic. worrying that the world may not longer be here tomorrow. Somehow I am reminded of “Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy” where the earth had to go because it was in the way of a new galactic highway. It went, so what’s up. My main problem is how can a maniac in North Korea and a reality TV man in the States have so much power to have the possibility to bring about something that affects all of us. Have we learnt nothing?
And now to something completely different. I am off to clean my little world and drop a few bombs with my vacuum cleaner. There might even be some explosions with a mop, but I will survive and there will be no fall out afterwards.
Enjoy the day, and see you later if we are all still here.
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