September 2017

It’s September and I’ve got a couple of things to discuss: 1. What photo is deemed photo worthy? 2. Why suffer if you can enjoy it? 

“It’s interesting what is considered photo worthy, especially in terms of being posted online.” This was a comment under a recent door post of mine and even though the commentator didn’t mean anything by it, I’m sure, least of all to offend, it surely made me giggle inside: Well, my blog is certainly not the best to try to answer this question. I post what I damn well please and don’t need to consult any blogging gods or paying public (luckily!).

In other news, yes, it’s September, and this means it’s time for this time last year in photos, some of which have been waiting a year to be deemed photo worthy: just a field or two, only a port, simply a chair, a fountain, food, birds, sunset and me. On, and a cat! And this is just one half of them.

Which brings me to point two: Why did I suffer so much every time I had to narrow down an entire month of photos to mere twelve for most of my previous Calendar 2017 posts? (Even though in the last couple of months I came to my senses yet and posted my regular 20.) Twelve is too few! With this I revoke this silly, self-set rule and proclaim twenty photos a post a new golden standard. Phew!

When watching these please bear in mind that last spring and summer we had a terrible drought and that this year it’s much greener.

This is Capalbio on the hill above us. This photo looks like a cartolina, postcard, from the 60’s.

You try to call these watermelons and olives not photo worthy after they survived the harsh attempt at desertification.

And please do not mention it to these sunflowers who stopped in their tracks too young.

On the other hand, this #1 house is pretty certain it’s worthy of something.

This port is a port is a port and couldn’t care less what you thought of it. Which goes for much of Italy, actually. I like that. (Talamone.)

Even better, it has advice for you: “Never should you ever doubt yourself.”

With my travelling uncle right there.

This reminds me of how Slovenia became European basketball champion one year ago, by way of love, heart, no fear, no doubt and no problem. The medal was only the cherry on top. ❤

These chairs are fully unworthy of anything at all.

September: As for this kitten, it gets all the love.

A favourite door I pass on my regular dog-walking tour of Monteverde in Rome.

This is regular too: sea food. Scampi on black risotto.

September: Crustaceans and Formula Uno. Rome, Italia.

A worthy bunch of flowers.

A pretty Monteverde fountain.

Back home it was time for a new acquisition, pellet furnace. Amore loves it so much that he talks to it sometimes.

Birds were getting closer, it means that the cold was coming.

These two were especially close.

Our beach and a photo-worth of sunset.

I know, I know, I’m not worthy. (“She said cheekily.”)