Waiting

One of the things that I love about Germans (and Europeans in general) is that they get out and do things.

Even if the weather is what some, if not many, would consider horrible.

Last winter I was out on a 20 mile run through the snow, on a day when the high reached only +8°F (-13°C), and the forest and trails were packed with people of all ages, out to get their walk in, or slide along on their cross-country skis.

But these two were out on a day when it was 34°F (+1°C), rain mixed with snow.

And she was looking quite bright.  OK, at least her umbrella was.

BTW, this was Thanksgiving day.  A gloomy, rainy Thursday.

A day that Goddess and I were thankful to share, exploring the Weinachtsmarkt and side alleys of Speyer.

Sharing glüwein, bratwurst and laughs.

Images

May tell a story.

Or they may capture a moment.

Or they may do both.

Sometimes they stand on their own. 

Other times they build on each other.

Ceiling Lights

Below

Two different views.

One just is.  It’s self-indulgent because I love lines.

The other presents several possible stories.

None linear.

Any ideas?

Watching

Waiting.

(commiserating).

 

Sorry, but often a single word will get a song stuck in my head.  Blasted Blink 182.  But a fun karaoke song.

And now it’s stuck in your head too.

You’re welcome.

This is a full-service blog.

 

Anyway – watching.  Goddess and I love to watch people.  One of the greatest free activities to do anywhere that won’t get you arrested.  Sometimes, if someone is around long enough, we may even make up a story about them and their current situation.  It can be fun.  It’s often funny.  Probably rarely rooted in reality.

But then we also love to watch people watch people.

Like this guy:

Cartier Watcher

 

What’s his story?  Who knows.  We didn’t bother hanging around long enough to think about it.  But he was fun to watch watching people.

And he liked his ladies.

Goddess even pointed out a very lovely lady that walked right past us.  I only caught a glimpse because I was too busy watching him swivel-neck to watch her.

That was four frames before this one.

Eight frames total shot watching this guy watching people, because memory is cheaper than film.  All good, but this was my favorite.  A lot of activity, but the balance of all of the elements really knocks my socks off.

Just try to keep yours eyes still.

Just try.

Then come up with your own story.

And share below.