Some random pictures (nature, animals, art)

[Kirsten]

Karen, again, this is a beautiful poem which describes a summer evening perfectly! So far, there were too few of those evenings this year, but I sure hope more will come.
Thanks a lot for these beautiful words!


Thank you everyone so very much for taking the time to look at my pics.

Laura, it makes me happy you enjoyed them so much!

As for my back: the appointment I had with my physio this evening was cancelled; his wife is in labour. Luckily, I felt slightly better today, but I hope I can see him tomorrow and that he will be able to fix it.


BTW, I took a series of self portraits last night 'cause I wanted new profile pictures for Facebook. Thought I'd share two of them with you; hope they won't scare you!





I was in pain when I took them, but I think I was able to hide it.

[Kirsten]

Ahh, Karen, we've just posted the same minute; just saw your second poem! It's wonderful, such a nice tribute to this building which was once built in 1701 as a summer residence for a landgrave.

[Karen]

Oh, you're welcome! Hey, did you know smiling actually produces some positive effects in brain chemistry, so maybe smiling for your pictures helped the pain a bit! Your self portraits are lovely, thanks for sharing them with us. It is good to see you smile!

[Kirsten]

Thank you; Karen! Well, I'm still in pain, so I guess my efforts smiling didn't help here! lol

[Karen]

Thank you; Karen! Well, I'm still in pain, so I guess my efforts smiling didn't help here! lol

Aww, that's too bad. Gig you get to see your physiotherapist? Hope you get some relief soon! If only we could swap out parts on humans like we do cars ... Maybe someday they will be able to replace a spine like they currently can with hips and knees.

[Scooter's Mom]

Your photos are so beautiful. I could look at them for hours!

[Karen]

This one looks like it could be the opening image or book cover for some post-apocalyptic book/movie:




In the last days before the world changed, we watched the skies, half-interested, as jets crossed, leaving contrails that blurred into oblivion. Power lines thrummed as we took for granted the electricity that allowed us to live our lives in perpetual sunshine indoors, and projected images of blue skies and daisies on our walls, ignoring the orange tinge that had infected out atmosphere outside. We jumped from show to show, game to game, never looking up from our tablets and laptops and e-readers to catch the early warnings the earth had blazed across the sky in a futile attempt to bring us to our senses ...