Connect...

Connect is the word of this week at Our Beautiful World.

Connected are the components of the water wheel.

So it can work (it was formerly used to raise ore from the mine).

Connected are the waggons of the stream train...

That I've seen on our sunday walk.

A water wheel works with water and a steam loco too, so I share this post with Wednesday Waters.

We haven't oceans or big waters here, only small creeks, but "working water" we are using.

Friday Five, crazy life and helleborus...

I

Crazy Life

I had no idea that when I invited life to take over that it actually would & now I’m somewhere miles away from any place I know & life keeps waving its arms & grinning like a crazy person saying This. Is. So. Great.

- Storypeople -

II

I made some collages works lately, want to finish by Christmas even a book as a gift.

The books I'm currently are no words, just picture books, telling the stories. 
The connection of the images with texts by Storypeople only exists here at my  blog. 
This is another game to combine these texts with pictures. It is simply fun.

Click here to see more picstories.

III

In decembre of 2009 I got this basket with a helleborus niger as a birthday gift. Showed it here.

I planted it in the garden and it has become a stately plant. It made many small countersinks all over the area and delights me from late autumn to spring with wonderful flowers.

Photos made this week.

Sharing these Photos also with Today's Flowers and Flower Friday Hop

IV

I am happy and grateful for the mild weather in last time.

Enjoy walks on short days, whenever it's possible.
I don't need winter...

V

I can't understand this song (it's Hungarian) 

but I like how the both are playing together.

Have a wonderful weekend all.

Shared with Soulfood Friday, Five on Friday, Willy Nilly Friday Five, Pink Saturday
image-in-ing 

Graphical...

There are three kinds of men. The one that learns by reading. The few who learn by observation. The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence for themselves.

- Will Rogers -

I photographed this open gate just because of the shadows.

Found it by a chunky newly built house in an area of lovely little old houses.

Last year there was an old garden with a small arbor, 

now there is a tasteless bunker-like box and a fence for an elephant...

The entire property is concreted.

It's so ugly and very  out of place that really want to pee on it -

From the house itself I haven't made a photo, 
it was a feeling as if Security comes when I stand there longer ...

Shared with Good Fences, Shadow Shot Sunday2

A corner in downtown

White blooming hedge and white houses in background - that's for Thursday's Challenge

The water elf

The girl was still small, but her soul had many scrapes.

The home cold and dark and she was beaten so often.

In school was the same.

She likes to learn, but they called her nerd

and rushed and mock her day by day.

Often she did not dare to go to the school.

She likes to hide in the forest.

The trees were her friends and the creek.

Often she watched a dipper...

Even today she stayed quietly at the small waterfall.

There was a rustle, but it wasn't the bird.

Blinked up a little star and she saw the elf.

Dancing near by the water.

In the cold winterly forest.

And it came a shine on the girl 
and she went home full of warmth and light.

No one she said that.

It was her sweet secret for a long time.

Shared with Monday WRites , Wednesday Wit and Wisdom, Wednesday Waters
Wednesday around the World

Linden in decembre

It stands in the cold

bare branches with mistletoes

I wish it good sleep.

Linde im Dezember

Wie sie steht in der

Kälte die Zweige voll Misteln

ich wünsche ihr guten Schlaf
und nicht zu viel Sturm

Shared with Mein Freund der Baum, Trees n Bushes, Haiku My Heart, image-in-ing
Outdoor Wednesday

Gypsophila paniculata...

... a sweet memory of summer (archive photos)

Shared with Today's Flowers, Macro Monday2, Through My Lens, image-in-ing

Decorations...

If you wait until you have enough money to decorate and make your home your own, it will never happen. If you wait until you can afford to buy everything new, you are missing the point. It is the old, the new, the hand-me-down, the collected, the worn but loved things in your home that make it your own.

- Stacy Risenmay -

Posted for Our Beautiful World

A song she heard...

A song she heard

Of cold that gathers

Like winter's tongue

Among the shadows

It rose like blackness

In the sky

That on volcano's

Vomit rise

A Stone of ruin

From burn to chill

Like black moonrise

Her voice fell still...

- Robert Fanney -

Made for Art Journal Journey

Shared with Soulfood Friday, Lunch Break , Paint Party Friday

The wind and the cold

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.

- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast -

Man rechnete damit, im Herbst traurig zu sein. Ein Teil von dir starb jedes Jahr, wenn die Blätter von den Bäumen fielen und die Äste kahl gegen den Wind und das kalte winterliche Licht standen. Aber du wusstest, dass es immer wieder Frühling werden würde, genau wie du wusstest, dass der Fluss, nachdem er zugefroren war, wieder fließen würde. Wenn die kalten Regenschauer anhielten und den Frühling töteten, war es, als ob ein junger Mensch ohne jeden Grund gestorben war.

- Ernest Hemingway -

aus "Paris, ein Fest fürs Leben"

Shared with Skywatch Friday, In heaven , Straight Out of the Camera , image-in-ing

Listening for future

I’m on my way to the future, she said & I said, But you’re just sitting there listening & she smiled & said, It’s harder than you’d think with all the noise everyone else is making.

- Storypeople -

Shared with Simply Neutrals Tuesday