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Pic and a Word Challenge #167: Ruckus in the still of the morning

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The photo above is exactly as it was taken, in the name of all that doesn’t need any changes. The gallery below has more of such creatures, some more surprising than others. But first, a poem of how it used to be three days ago … Continue reading Pic and a Word Challenge #167: Ruckus in the still of the morning

In Orvieto the cathedral suddenly bumps into you, or you into it.
Above the cathedral door.
A first couple of beasties.
And this is what exactly? Looks like something from a vampire movie.
Whereas these two are a couple of Canadians.
The full house.
Orvieto is full of little nooks.
We stopped at the rest place with the belle vue of Orvieto. This is Banana-Joe and he has seen places.
Indiana Jones and his sidekick.
Then we stopped at Bolsena by the lake. Some parts of it were already in shade.
But even just an ordinary house looked splendid.
Some of it was half in shade, half in light. What exactly is this babe doing on top of this man?
But when you looked up, all worries drifted away.
Must be a light for Joey.
This head was particularly arresting.
The eyes were a bit droopy.
Another Bolsena flower child.
Good bye, Bolsena, the bird in flight and the yawning lady!

Lens-Artists: Look up to beauty

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An afternoon in Italy in late September. All one could want from life, really. I met my visitors in Orvieto, Umbria, and then we went to Bolsena by the lake (in Lazio), the town where I haven’t strolled yet. It was a great place for … Continue reading Lens-Artists: Look up to beauty

This is how I like it: my small pack with a visitor or two and nobody around for miles.
Monte Argentario peninsula is full of sights like this one.
So far, only my uncle in sight. But we know it’s not for long. It’s early September, they are still here.
The view down into the greens and blues.
Here they are. Happy pest bathing. (Nahh, I’m being too harsh. I love people.)
One would hope they won’t venture on the rocks.
The water is lovely, access is hard.
This rocky “beach” is called Mar Morto because the rocks provide a shelter.
So that in this little cove the sea is really dead calm which pleases the pest. Who told me that Italians only tolerate sandy beaches, which is why I chose this rocky outpost?
On the lookout for another of the peninsula’s 17 beaches.
So pretty. Makes you want to be a boat.
If you’re a car, you do NOT try to connect Porto Ercole and Porto Santo Stefano in a neat little circle. There is a 4 km of narrow stoned strip. Bestia is not relaxed but he trusts the driver. She drove all over Crete for a month on “roads” exactly like this one. Could even take this photo. ;)
Look at the blue doors on that house!
To the second chosen one: beach L’Acqua Dolce near the uber fancy hotel Il Pellicano.
The trail is lovely and takes no longer than 15 minutes.
Promises of the beauty to come.
But there they are again! Plus it’s hot and no shade.
I know, bestia. I’d prefer you could run free too.
After a short swim we are off again.
It’s a pretty spot. Next time: umbrella, or even better, wait for October and back to emptiness.

Pic and a Word #153: My emptiness

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I shall never forget how upon moving to Italy my parents told me that I lived in the middle of nowhere. Finally. Emptiness. Where are you? When will you return? I turn my back when they arrive and run home to emerging nothingness when they … Continue reading Pic and a Word #153: My emptiness