The brilliant green leaves of the "spider plant" (?) peeping through the ice and snow is a delightful surprise and contrast. I'll bet the ice--sparkling on the leaves--was a lovely sight, too. Nonetheless, the pose is still lovely.
Your magnificent, ancient tower, is even intriguing covered in snow. I like the way the ice has given the tower a lovely shiny sheen. I always love the way the ice and snow give the tree branches such a soft dreamy effect--in spite of the fact such lovely effects can cause great harm to the trees, as well as interuption to electrical service, telephone service, etc.
The rose hip, laden with ice and snow, is lovely enough to be framed. The various photos you've taken of the snow-laden branches would make a lovely collage to be used during the winter months. Love it!
I don't have a romantic job :-)) I'm an electrical engineer. My business is research and development of electronic controlled electrical drives for industrial applications like roboters, machine tools, packaging machines... Currently my main research topic is, how to save energy.
Yes, tonight it had been raining. Today thus the air was even clearer. Today I cycled together with Bernd and Marcello an 80 kms tour in the nicest air. Dear Elena, I regret you very much.
The song was in 1976 and the following years the absolut summer hit in Germany. The singer Jürgen Drews was the darling of most girls between 8 and 80 :-))) I’ve tried to translate the text in English. I must split the text, because it are too much characters for one comment.
Summer evening in a blossoming land, already since midday I stood in the road edge. With every car which passed by, I lifted the thumb. On a bicycle came a girl along and she said: “I regret you very much”. However, I laughed and spoke: “I don’t need soft eiderdowns... A bed in the grain field is always free, because it is summer and it does no matter. The crickets sing and it smells of hay when I dream. Mmmh... A bed in the grain field between flowers and straw and the stars shine to me anyway. A bed in the grain field somewhere I do for me, quite alone...
A little later her bicycle was lying in the grass and so it came, that she forgot the time. With the guitar I have told her about my life. Suddenly she shouted: “It is the highest time, now it is dark and my way is still long." However, I laughed and spoke: “I still have to give you so much... A bed in the grain field is always free, because it is summer and it does no matter. The crickets sing and it smells of hay when we dream. Mmmh... A bed in the grain field between flowers and straw and the stars shine to us anyway. A bed in the grain field somewhere I do for us, quite alone...
Oh, Manfred, thanks! I've coped with translation of German language too, only it was required to more time. The text was pleasant to me. A boyish voice of the executor very much a high-pitch tone. Sexy-boy. :-))) But all it to the first frosts. What then? :-D We too have an old romantic song:
I will long drive a bicycle. In deaf meadows it I will stop. I only want, that took a bouquet That girl whom I love... :-))
Yesterday was sad that long ago was not in the forest or in the field. I wanted to photograph the golden ears. You saw exactly how I imagined. :-) Perfectly! I want to ask you if it possible to show albums in folders (tree), please. I wander as in the forest.
The interesting with the wandering by the dark forest is the uncertainty :-))) What will be behind the next tree - the good fairy or the Big Bad Wolf? If you knew it before, it would be dull :-|
:-)) I am well guided in space, always feel a direction. But in forrest I am lost at once. I don't have experience of the big campaigns in forrest, no know forrest. Thanks. :-))