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The End of Colour for TBT: five
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
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The End of Colour for TBT: three
The End of Colour for TBT: four
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
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The End of Colour for TBT: seven
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
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The End of Colour for TBT: two
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
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Throwback Thursday 2016-06-02
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Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
Throwback Thursday
On Thursdays we walk down memory lane and dig deeply into the archives of Rantings Of A Third Kind. For these posts, I have chosen some of my personal favourites. Some of them may tickle the funny bone, some even provoke thoughts and some of them will give you a view of the world in photographs taken by yours truly.
This week’s Throwback Thursday is dedicated to October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes: Enjoy!
The End of Colour for TBT One
The End of Colour for TBT Two
The End of Colour for TBT Three
The End of Colour for TBT Four
The End of Colour for TBT Five
The End of Colour for TBT Six
The End of Colour for TBT Seven
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The End of Colour for TBT: one
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
This is the end of colour
Of the pain and sorrow!
The October rain
Finally came
Lashed down the leaves
Now it’s just heaps
Of gray on the ground
No colour to be found
It is the end of colour
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The End of Colour for TBT: six
Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!
October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes
“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham
The End of Colour
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On the Streets of Vienna for World Wide Wednesday: Seven
Posted in the World Wide Wednesday: Around the world in photographs
Photography /Poetry /Humour /Song /Travel
On the Streets of Vienna for World Wide Wednesday
“Österreich ist eine kleine Welt, in der die große ihre Probe hält.”
Friedrich Hebbel
Space Oddity in Vienna
“This is ground control: Major Tom, please respond: over”
“This is Major Tom: over”
“Major Tom, we have located your space pod: over”
A moment of silence on the receiving end before response:
“Um… Where exactly did you find it: over”
“City of Vienna, Austria: over”
A muffled “oops” is heard from Major Tom’s end:
“O-K, ground control. Um, any chance you could give me a lift there?: over”
“Roger that M T! By the by, we do not seem to be able to track you on the device: over”
“Well, I am kind of in a situation here…” odd noises heard on the background, “What if I just send my coordinates and you can send vehicle, OK? : over”
In the ground control, quick typing can be heard and in the distance, a loud O.M.G.
“Ah, we got your location. Sending extraction right away: over”
“A big thanks, ground control! End transmission”
Back at the ground control, the two officers are staring at the screen where the location of Major Tom is blinking. The other officer turns to look at the other one:
“I can’t believe he actually ended up there…”
“Yeah, me neither”
The officers continue to stare at the blinking screen, both shaking their heads in disbelief…
And what was the location where Major Tom had ended up in?
Well…
