We can’t decide

Rudi, Phex and me took some phots of the sky over Morsan and Berthouville and now we can’t decide which photos are best. It’s the sky’s fault. It’s always so beautiful.

Rudi and Phex are sure, that all photos smell the same. “How could we decide, crazy Frauchen?” Frauchen is the “title” of a female dog owner in German. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

That’s why they prefer to run into the sunset. *sigh* Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

While the sky over the pasturage turns into a blaze… or something. I just read the article about the sunset in Wikipedia. The desription about the reason for the colours is so boring compared to the impression of the colours. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

To make a long explanation short. It looks red, pink and orange at sunset, because those colours have a longer wavelength and the colours with shorter wavelength get filtered. They get filtered because the path of the white beam of the sun through the atmosphere is longer at sunrise and sunset. Sunset on Mars is not very impressive, not to mention the long way to Mars and the lack of air. It’s better to stay here. Not that we planned a trip to Mars…

Stripes and knobs. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

The knobs take over. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

The stripes don’t give up easily. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Maybe we could call this a stripe made of knobs. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

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3 thoughts on “We can’t decide

    • Thank you very much for the Award.😀

      • Hours later I notice, I don’t follow enough Pet-Blogs. *shuffles feet and blushes* I guess I’ll do it like The Princess Tails suggested and just enjoy the fact that you thought of us.🙂

        Here are the 7 (boring) things about me:
        1. My hair isn’t really red, it’s blonde. I dye it with henna since I was 18 or 19 years old. I thought it fits perfectly to the place where I was born. In the souvenir shops of Wolfshagen im Harz you can buy little witches on broomsticks made of wood and fabric. That’s because the mountain called Brocken was quite near. And local legends claim, that the witches hold their witches’ sabbath there. I hoped red hair would make me look like a witch and thus a bit more dangerous than I am, but a lot of women seem to try to look more dangerous and that spoils the effect somehow.

        2. Because the plan about looking more dangerous didn’t work, I look so harmless, that older people ask me for help in the supermarket, which is a bit unfortunate because I have a terrible German accent. That means I have to help them without saying anything, or they get scared. *sigh* Who would have guessed, that having a foreign accent provides a much more dangerous appearance than the colour of the hair.

        3. I speak Cat and Sheep (both with terrible German accent), but I don’t speak Dog.

        4. My speeches have a strong soporific effect. This time it can’t be because of the accent. Even if you only read my speech you’d fall asleep in no time.

        5. I got arachnophobia. But I may not kill the spiders. If possible I use a high tech glass containment field. If not possible I use a broom, poison is only an emergency solution. I feel like a hypocrite if I kill the spiders. While interacting with the spiders I either scream like in a horror film, insult the spiders (“hey you stupid, don’t go in that direction.”) or try dog- or sheep-commands like “Go spider!” “Come on spider!”. Needless to say, the spiders give a damn about everything I say.

        The high tech glass containment field in action. Own photo, licence: public domain

        6. I had a white rabbit when I was a child. One day my rabbit disappeared and guess what kind of food was served for dinner… Rabbit! I refused to eat, and decided to become a vegetarian. I never found out, if it had been really my rabbit. My grandfather was breeding rabbits and it’s more likely, that it was one of those.

        7. I have been riding sheep three times in my life. It was not my idea to do that. The sheep decided to run under me, lift me and carry me away… for some meters.

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