Some are old enough

U 43

Some of us are old enough to remember.
This tape recorder which was too heavy for walkman use.

Odd Ball Challenge – Cee and her worth visiting inspiring challenges.

U 39

Some of us are old enough to remember
When self-responsibility was our own responsibility.

U 40

Some of us are old enough to remember.
This wasn’t an unidentified object, but the pantry for the dairy cows.

U 41

Some of us are old enough to remember.
When freedom and responsibility were connected and our own.
Not left to quixotic bureaucrats from all their home countries.

N 66Some of us are old enough to remember.
When this kind of Volkswagen still had license to drive on the roads.

Looking over our own shoulder

U 23

Seen over the shoulder of a young art student at the Louvre.

Weekly photo challenge “State of mind

To define our own inner state of mind, sometimes requires courage.
We must dare to jump out of our comfortable self-understanding.
While we “feel” our “own world” from the outside.

Just as visiting an art exhibition.

Captured by the lights

U 36

Lights almost like suns in the night of french Strasbourg.

Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun.
But mama, that’s where the fun is
*lines from the Bruce Springsteen song “Blinded by the light”
best known with Manfred Mann in their 1977 version*

U 33 U 34

Have to admit, not all wear only shorts in the february night of Strasbourg.

U 35

Headless inspiring

U 21

Inside parisian Louvre, a sculpture reminds me of english Rudyard Kipling.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!”

*If, a father’s advice to his son*
written by Rudyard Kipling – english born in India, journalist, story writer and poet.
Awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1907