Let's start with my local town of Solothurn. 11 is the magical number for Solothurn and so we have 11 fountains, all in the same style. This is the Fisher Fountain standing in the main market place. A memorable fountain for my youngest son. For his initiation ceremony when he joined the students union, he was thrown into the fountain (dressed in bathing trunks in preparation of course) and afterwards he got his student name, Duke.
Saturday, 18 May 2013
Picture This #200 ~ Special
Already 200th aniversary - I am feeling old now. I do not think I was with it from the beginning, about the same time as Mitch. Thanks Mitch for all the work you have put into it, all the Multiply - Blogger experiments to get the site going and it is a great success. It is the only photo site I visit and it is fun. To be quite honest I do not have time for more. Being a golden oldie is a stress life. I will not be commenting in detail on your wonderful works, as six photos are quite lot to do justice to. So now to start - 6 photos, at last a chance to show the photos I can never show (I hope)
Now for one of my cloud atlas photos. I took this during the week. I had never seen anything like it. It was as if the sky had formed a landscape with the clouds.
One of my friends in the garden. He was tucking into a nice juicy fly, but spared me a few minutes for a portrait. His name is Spider.
This is something completely different. Once a year we have something called carnival, where the night becomes day and everyone acts as if they were from another world. In our area the celebrations start at five in the morning. People dress in a white nightshirt and wear a red scarf around their neck. Flour soup and cheese cakes are served after for breakfast. A carnival group always visited our company on this morning with a soup wagon. Here are some of the people enjoying or waiting for their soup. A real action photo a few years ago when I was a working woman.
A couple of years ago I was in Bern and passed the biggest book shop where they were having a publicity thing for the newest Harry Potter book. They decorated the window accordingly and here is the result.
Here is something typically Swiss, you see them here and there in the farming villages. It is an old chalet as they were once built. Below they had the animals and the farmers lived above. This building is no longer being used, probably just for storing farm machinery, or perhaps hay for the animals. Looks very quaint and Swissy.