Meerkats

Did you know:
Meerkats get up later on cold or rainy days just like humans!

and further more:

Meerkats have ears that can open and close in order for them to keep sand out when they are burrowing.

Anton-Bruckner Allee

A question for you. It is a Sunday morning, around 7.30am. Where would you rather be?

a) In Bed

b) In the park taking photographs

Answers on a postcard to...

The bridge on Anton-Bruckner-Allee

Through the railings

An avenue of autumnal trees along the riverbank

Off into the distance down Anton-Bruckner-Allee

Catsitting: Wilson

The best thing about cat sitting Wilson was the first morning I went there. I opened the door, attempting to stop him running out. I got in in, he sat down and stared with a look of "Who the FUCK are you?"

Where is she?

Who the hell are you?

Maybe if I sit here she will come back and he will leave me alone...

I can wait all day...

Looking up at the Canopy

What do you get if you stand in a forest, looking up at the canopy with a camera...a very bad panorama. This very bad panorama...but I like it...it is crass and incomplete...and I had no idea if it would even work...it sort of works...

Wildpark to Clara-Zetkin

When the sun is out and the trees are changing it is worth getting out of the house and taking the chance to see it in its full glory. Yes, I left the house...miracles do happen

Rattata and Little Lucy

Art on the streets of Südvorstadt.

Autumn Days

Those of you who endured an English education will, no doubt, fondly remember assemblies. Many times a week one would cram into a cold room, with the rest of the school to listen to stories of families of  different animals overcoming various tragedies to reveal a, not altogether unexpected moral. You will also remember singing hymns. Now Autumn was the best time for this, as there were a plethora of songs about Autumn. Autumn Days by Estelle White was the best. It is an upbeat cheery song with a huge chorus, and quite possibly the most ridiculous lyrics ever. It is one of those 'modern hymns', which never quite have the gravitas the old fashioned songs had...

It all starts quite innocuously...
Autumn days, when the grass is jewelled
And the silk inside a chestnut shell

but then gets weird...
Jet planes meeting in the air to be refuelled
All these things I love so well

My other favourite verse is this one...
Clouds that look like familiar faces
And a winter’s moon with frosted rings (have you looked at the moon recently Ms White)
Smell of bacon as I fasten up my laces
And the song the milkman sings.