Moon over the pasturage

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“Pasturage” is a terribly difficult word. And it took me ages to learn how to pronounce it. I had to listen to a soundfile, else I’d still say it wrong. Every time I said it wrong, female boss was looking at me strangely. But she never said anything. She probably thought I’m an idiot. Ah well. I guess we’re all idiots sometimes.

Moon over the pasturage. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

I know I’ve already shown you a lot of sunsets. And I really take less sunset photos. But maybe that’s because sunset is very late in summer, and it starts to happen much earlier now. Possible that the sunset season starts in autumn and ends in spring.

Sunset over Villeret. Another violet evening. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

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Stripes and trees

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In spring the landscape here has a lot of stripes. More than usual. No matter what problems I have and what kind of events brought me here, here is now my home and it’s nearly always the most beautiful place in the world.

I know this kind of intensive agriculture is bad for the country. But it looks good though and it’s still better than a city. Maybe the farmers are used to my standing at the road or of my crouching on the ground by now. I’m sad if I see something beautiful and forgot my camera. Here I was waiting until the tractor reached that place. Sadly I spoiled the colour a bit. I was fiddling around with the contrast and when I noticed it had changed the colour of the sky, I had already deleted the original photograph. Ah well. It’s not that bad. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

The silo and water tower of Neuville-sur-Authou on one of those days when we can see very far. It’s possible, that Brionne is that town in the distance. Villages far away seem so near on these days. There are other days on which we can hear things that are far away very clear, as if they were near. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

A cherry blossom, on a rather exotic cherry tree in the village. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Some things didn’t change. 1957 was yesterday. There were four prize badges like this on the door of the box of a horse. No idea where this horse show took place. I don’t think the Concours Hippique de Valmont is still held. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Even on a grey day on a graveyard it’s beautiful. At least in this direction. 😉 Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Close-up of colza on a field. I really don’t mind grey sky too much. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

The dogs love the view over the hills. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

There was loads of rain in May. Sometimes we had a sunny moment, like in this photo. The sun is chasing the clouds over the fields. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

That’s the awesome view Farbexplosion (cat) has from the window of her room. The sun goes down, time to go and hunt some mice. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Brumous Normandy

Some days ago I talked with someone from Andalusia about Normandy and his first comment was, that it’s foggy here. And it’s true, it can be very brumous here, dense fog, clouds that seem to hang 2 metres over the ground. But it’s beautiful nevertheless and gives the landscape a touch of mystery.

This photo got me scared, not because I thought my flash revealed ghosts, but because I feared the humidity could enter in my camera. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

This photo got me scared, not because I thought my flash revealed ghosts, but because I feared the humidity could enter my camera and destroy it. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Fog on the pasturage. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Fog on the pasturage. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Fog in the trees around the property. We can hide perfectly like that. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Fog in the trees around the property. We can hide perfectly like that. In hundred years you might find us again if the fog will ever disperse. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

The fog enhances the sounds and it’s kind of creepy to hear voices of people who stand and talk some hundred metres away. Even creepier is the sound of the bell on the door of my neighbour. She has a real bell and unlike ours it’s not rusted away.

Phex guards us, none of those creepy voices will get past him. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Phex guards us, none of those creepy voices can pass him. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Trees on the fields. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Trees on the fields. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

A foggy sunset on the pasturage. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

A foggy sunset on the pasturage. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

And while the sky is clear, wafts of mist gather on the meadows. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

And while the sky is clear, wafts of mist gather on the meadows. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

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Phex is sometimes sad

Phex is my Belgian shepherd. He is already over 12 years old. Most of the time his age doesn’t show, except of the grey spot of hair in his face. But sometimes he looks really sad and there is no way I could make him happy. I think he misses his master. Maybe he likes to visit Mr C. in the village, because Mr C. is smoking. I don’t know. I do know, that Mr C. has three cats who do not like canine visitors. And as far as Phex is concerned, it might be better for him to talk with Bach about his problems. After all Bach is also a dog.

Phex watches the sunset, which lies in the direction of Mr C.’s house. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

And the sunset was really beautiful this evening. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

But after all dogs can’t see colours. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Three days after this melancholy evening the pasturage and the outbuildings were bathed in sunlight. Miniputz and Rudi explored the stables and Phex took the opportunity to have a word with Bach in the wilderness of the corners of the property.

Rudi and Miniputz on their way to the stable. Beware mice and rabbits. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Phex in the most hidden and dirty corner he could find. He looks quite happy. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Bach is asking Phex if everything is okay. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

They were talking for a long time. Own photo, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

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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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