A walk up Moel Siabob

Beautiful photographs and I like the map itinerary!

Down by the Dougie


Looking out of my bedroom window at the Bryn Tyrch hotel I had a good view of Moel Siabob, the highest peak in the Moelwynion mountain range. It’s a shapely mountain that stands on it’s own, 2860 feet high, to the south of the A5. It was my destination on the second day of my break in Snowdonia.

I set out from the hotel with a packed lunch in my rucsack fairly early as I wanted to be back in good time to get ready to eat and then watch England play Croatia in the World Cup Semi Final that evening. After a walk down a short stretch of the A5 I crossed the road near the Moel Siabod café and followed the path along the river through the forest.



At Pont Cyfyng I joined a very steep tarmacked road signposted for Moel Siabob. It was hard work for a…

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“The Moods” by William Butler Yeats

Stuff Jeff Reads

Time drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fire-born moods
Has fallen away?

Moods by nature are ephemeral. They tend to last only a short time and are generally caused by some event or thought. But Yeats compares moods to things more lasting, specifically mountains and woods, which are also temporary but endure for a long time. So what are the moods that Yeats is writing about?

Since the word “moods” is plural, it is clear he is experiencing more than one mood at the same time. Also, we are told that these moods are born from fire. An obvious mood would be love or passion, a mood clearly associated with fire. But I would also venture to say that one of the moods is associated with creative inspiration, the spark…

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Durch stille Gassen, auf verwunschnen Wegen…


Das poetische Zimmer

Marktplatz mit Rathaus und Wohltäterbrunnen in Wernigerode, Foto:©Constanze

~ Auf Herzwegen ~

So gern bin ich mit dir in alten Städten,
durch stille Gassen, auf verwunschnen Wegen
gehn wir und gehen wie durch Ewigkeit
und atmen leis verlassne Orte,
du reichst mir deine Hand mit Zärtlichkeit –
Erinnerungen ohne Worte…

Dann möcht ich sacht mein Herz an deines legen,
als ob wir beide nur noch eines hätten,
das weit sich öffnet und uns innig schlägt
und einem Brunnen gleicht am Markt, der trägt
das Wellenspiel mit Liedern an das Leben –
in Liebe allem Schönen hingegeben…


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Random photos of Vienna (Adox Silvermax and Exa IIb)

Alex Kunz Taipei

I took these photos in Vienna during my recent visit to Europe. It was not my first visit to Vienna, so it was a bit difficult for me to spot new things which I wanted to capture on film. So the images are pretty random. However, I used the opportunity to try the Adox Silvermax 100 film for the first time. The results look quite nice to me and I like the look of this film.

Camera: Exa IIb with Carl Zeiss Jena 50 mm f/2.8 (aka Zebra)

Film: Adox Silvermax 100 developed in Kodak D-76 for 6 min at 24°C

Schönbrunn Palace, the summer residence of the Habsburg monarchs. Very nice palace with an impressively huge garden. After visiting the palace, I had the strange desire to watch the Sissi movies with Romy Schneider and Karlheinz Böhm.


Here I tried to capture the Hundertwasserhaus as a reflection in a…

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Vor dem Sommerregen-Rilke

Rainer Maria Rilke

Image result for regenpfeifer in dem Wald vogel

Vor dem Sommerregen

Auf einmal ist aus allem Grün im Park
man weiß nicht was, ein Etwas fortgenommen;
man fühlt ihn näher an die Fenster kommen
und schweigsam sein. Inständig nur und stark

ertönt aus dem Gehölz der Regenpfeifer,
man denkt an einen Hieronymus:
so sehr steigt irgend Einsamkeit und Eifer
aus dieser einen Stimme, die der Guß

erhören wird. Des Saales Wände sind
mit ihren Bildern von uns fortgetreten,
als dürften sie nicht hören was wir sagen.

Es spiegeln die verblichenen Tapeten
das ungewisse Licht von Nachmittagen,
in denen man sich fürchtete als Kind.

Before the Summer Rain

Suddenly, from all the green around you,

something-you don’t know what-has disappeared;

you feel it creeping closer to the window,

in total silence. From the nearby wood

you hear the urgent whistling of a plover,
reminding you of someone’s Saint Jerome:
so much solitude and passion come
from that one voice, whose fierce request the downpour

will grant. The walls, with their ancient portraits, glide
away from us, cautiously, as though
they weren’t supposed to hear what we are saying.

And reflected on the faded tapestries now;
the chill, uncertain sunlight of those long
childhood hours when you were so afraid.

More analysis of this poem in German may be found at http://www.rilke.de/forum/viewtopic.php?t=137

The Radetzky March, by Joseph Roth, translated by Michael Hofman #BookReview

Roth is a great writer and strongly recommend -Summer Before the Dark: Stefan Zweig and Joseph Roth, Ostend 1936 by Volker Weidermann too!

ANZ LitLovers LitBlog

The Radetzky March is listed in 1001 Books so I pounced when I saw it at the library!

This is why the editors included it:

The Radetzky March ranks as one of the finest European historical novels of the twentieth century and is the outstanding literary work produced by the prolific journalist and novelist Joseph Roth.

Through three generations of the Trotta family, the story traces the decline of the Hapsburg Empire in its dying days, but this is not a family saga.  From the hero of the battle of Solferino who saves the Emperor Franz Joseph’s life and is subsequently ennobled from plain Lieutenant Trotta to Baron von Trotta and Sipolje; to his son Herr Van Trotta who becomes the District Commissioner; to his grandson Carl-Joseph who has an indifferent peacetime career in the army, the book focusses just on these three men who are all, effectively, bachelors, and how they…

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Sketching in Cafes

I find this scene by Sir Cedric Morris interesting in so many ways. The setting and perspective are intriguing and the atmosphere from the time and dress also are fascinating. The bohemian atmosphere reminds me of the novel, “The Horse’s Mouth” the 1944 novel by Joyce Cary that curiously I have never managed to finish.

Here are three of my own sketches from coffee bars, restaurants and so on:-