Mannheim Dampfwalze

We went Dampfwalzen (steamrolling) around Mannheim today.

We rode the train in the rain

Nextdoor to Mannheim

We went to the Techno Museum. We started on the top floor with old stuff and worked our way down to modern stuff. I’m not going in order with my photos.

A White Stork flew by with sticks in its beak

A Wankel (rotary engine) motorcycle.

One of the museum staff teching a group of high school students how to make paper

Punchcards used to program looms were the inspiration for using punchcards to program computers. I used punchcards for my COBOL programming classes in the 70s.

One of the layouts for a poster.

Tristan and I both made posters. They are still rolled up, so I will have to photograph them later. The staff member started off showing how to make lead letters that are used in printing presses. He gave Tristan the W that he made. Then he showed us how to make black ink prints.

A lith-block for making lithographs of a kitty.

A half-track motorcycle that did great wheelies, based on the photo.

Say watts?

Speaking of wheelies, the peddling paparazo wasn’t able to do a wheelie on the watt generator bike, but he hit 759.5 wattss, maybe more. His average for 90 seconds was 450 watts.

A yellow-legged gull flew overhead while we were walking to the modern art gallery.

Little Boy Blue tuned into a golden angel

The water tower on the way to the modern art gallery

Walk like an Egyptian Goose

Pinguins filled with helium move around as visitors walk around them.

An orb that lit up and slowly swirled as people approached it.

A multimedia installment with lots of movement in the darkness and loud noises

I related to this installment

ICE, ICE Baby!

Atlas: “I’m worn out from all your photos!”

Hang Five

A silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy

The silver-haired Sasquatch was hanging ten before he went for a weird balance to hang five. SHS and Scoopy were defying gravity.

Coyote: “That silver-haired Sasquatch is a weirdo!”

The cats don’t care about no stinking silver-haired Sasquatch sand surfing on Scoopy!

The sandias were orange tonight.

Nobody Expects…

Twilight

Sunrise

Paparazzo: “I hear a tail tell tale that you’ve been sneaking Squeezy Treats!”
Gwendolyn: “I didn’t expect the Paparazzo Inquisition!”
Paparazzo: “Nobody expects the Paparazzo Inquisition!”
Gwendolyn: “Well, that’s a tall tale told by a terribly troubled tattletale if you ask me.”
Paparazzo: “I’m going to have to have you tailboarded to get the truth of the matter.”
Gwendolyn: “You aren’t scaring me with your pathetic, Paparazzo Grand Inquisitor nonsense.”
Paparazzo: “You asked for it…”

Paparazzo: “Hmmm! It looks like the Adversary is on break. Lucky you, Gwendolyn!”

Gwendolyn: Whew! Looks like I dodged the Spunky art tailboarding torture. Stupid, pathetic prehistoric Paparazzo, out-of-touch Neanderthal trying to pull his out-dated Paparazzo Inquisition over my eyes. He’s obviously watched way too much Monty Python in his impressionable youth.

Crane at dusk

♠️🦵🏼❤️, 2

Another Twilight

Cranes in the shallows

Waining Snow Moon reflecting on iced river

Il Paparazzo’s long shadow from the waning Snow Moon waked Scoopy from his slumber on the frozen beach.

Scoopy gave Jake a hug! ♠️🦵🏼❤️, 2 = Shovels (spades) need love, too!

Mist on the river. It was 22º F (-5.6º C) this morning.

Black-laced tree at the Winter Moon. Black-laced tree at dusk.

Spunk, Gwendolyn and Silver

Daddy Owl

The Scoop That Fell To Earth

Silver: “Hey, Paparazzo! What does it take for a kitty to get some shut-eye around here?”

Neither hither nor thither
Over hill nor dale had he come
To be found lying face down
In a state of perpetual dither
Scooped up into the nether
He was lost
But on the fourth day
He fell back to earth
Dropped by the ether
Under the influence
Of a blue moon
So bright
What’s one to do?
Other than continue the saga
Of Scoopy on a frozen beach
Waiting a spring thaw

Glenda

Glenda, again

Spunk Help

The moon and Jupiter were close last night.

It drained all the energy from Spunk’s tail to stand by the cat door the night before last. He had to charge his tail again last night.

The moon shining through the window at 4:00 in the morning

We got a pair of pink tarantulas to send to Tristan for Valentine’s Day.

The big tarantula is really big and cuddly

Spunk was helping with boxing the tarantulas and weighing the package so I could create a shipping label.

You’re knocking it over, and you’re going to squish Belafante!

“I squished Belefonte? Now, way, Ese! You’re pulling my tail!”

“You couldn’t have done it without my help!”

“Come on, Paparazzo and Silver! Let me have a break after packing those tarantulas!”

Crane tracks. Cluck! Cluck!

Daddy Owl in the tree just south of our deck.