i've no idea why this citroën 2cv has to carve out its lonely existence in the darkest corner of this car dealer's facilities. although it sets a nice scene, especially in combination with the large windows and the coloured lights, driving on the road in the background the 2cv would be an even better subject.
as threatened yesterday i have to torment you mercilessly with images of this white, consolidated mass of water this week again - the forecasts predict nothing but winter. thereby i try to allot not more than a minor role to the still not escaped, meanwhile less strongly loved season and hope to cope with using its peculiarities as a stylistic device.
the german bundestag is the place of our government here in berlin. the shown, very cool and artistic building with a huge glass facade is one of the great many facilities that are occupied by parts of the governing parties and belongs to a vast complex of modern architecture in the middle of historic monuments besides the river spree.
there are a great number of things why i take to this photograph: the multifacetedness, the snow blower or the lonely soul in the middle of the frame, but i especially like the three-dimensionality of the picture - from the front with the blown snow flakes via the building with its diagonal stairs to the bridges and the crane in the reflection that had been located behind my point of view there are a lot of layers superimposed by each other.
although today's story isn't about a separate business - like the title may suggest - we had to make use of one at the end of two hours of unresisted bathing in deep mud. at this season it is a common procedure that all the local (mountain) bikers wash their bicycles in the car wash in markdorf. this being the case, we didn't attract any attention yesterday, even though our heavily speckled appearance should have been extraordinary enough...
have you ever thought about the peculiarities of an engagement as a long-distance truck driver? considering the unfavourable boundary conditions i have great respect for this profession. it's not just that the family men are mostly not at home to wake the children in the morning or to put the kids to bed in the evening (like pilots, mariners, soldiers and probably a good many other professionals, too), in return they bring in only very little money. due to the schengen agreement the average wages for truck drivers still decrease since the east european drivers do the same job with less grumble for less money.
some things here in france don't make sense to my way of thinking. illegal rubbish dumps, decay and in the most general sense the ravages of time have left their marks on more or less every town here in the countryside. so why, this being the case, should a municipality ever invest in such a wonderfully illuminated, every evening completely unoccupied car park?
days are long this week. today we were cordially invited to a workmate's place. he, his wife and the two dogs cared lovingly for us. an appetiser, two courses of fish and dessert were served. i've to admit that to a certain extent they really live in clover here, or like people would say in germany: living like god in france.
|snow streaks - sony nex 7 | sel35 f1.8 | f2.8 | ISO1600 | 1/4|
|awhirl - sony nex 7 | sel35 f1.8 | f2.8 | ISO1600 | 1/4|
|awakening - sony nex 7 | sel50 f1.8 | f4.0 | ISO1600 | 1/25|
|canteen - sony nex 7 | sel35 f1.8 | f2.0 | ISO1600 | 1/10|
fifth season of year - sony nex 7 | sel50 f1.8 | f5.6 | ISO400 | 1/25