Category: Nature

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

Complete Calendar 2017

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In the spirit of drawing things to a close on this blog, here is the final selection of images for my Calendar 2017. Okay, two. As you could see and take a peek at my new blog yesterday, with the new year this one is about … Continue reading Complete Calendar 2017

Gornji trg in Ljubljana in August: compared to what follows the light is gentle but still pretty.
The view from my grandmother’s place in Maribor above the Drava river.
From my first and only sailing trip to Croatia in a previous lifetime.
Piran, the catcher of the last light.
It invites you out to play.
It makes you take a peek.
It opens the doors.
It makes paintings out of not much.
In Lucca there is much to behold. Guinigi Tower with oaks on top.
The last light of that day in Lucca. The sun said: Okay, one more.
In Rome the light is harsher. Trastevere.
Via delle Collonelle.
Park Villa Pamphili in Rome.
Opposite Trastevere.
It doesn’t matter where in Rome you are. You get the light.
Closer to home the light mellows: the view from the archaeological park at Roselle.
The Orbetello lagoon where flamingos come for the winter.
The same lagoon as the light was blocked.
The Capalbio beach out of season.
The Abbey of San Galgano is the light queen and this is my knight.

Lens-Artists: Follow the light

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The more pictures I take, the more it becomes obvious that all I do is follow the light. The best is to catch it before it says good night when they say it’s golden, so I do. This magical gallery starts in Ljubljana, Slovenia, where … Continue reading Lens-Artists: Follow the light

Imagine if the world was only pink.
Or only blue. Pretty but something is missing.
A dog! Well, that too.
Something pinkish this way comes.
That’s more like it.
Just be sure to keep the percentage.
Cin cin to balanced life.
What happens if there is too much balance.

Pic and a Word #157: El pastel

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El Pastel It’s as if the pinks and blues only get to play early in the morning or late in the day. Whoever came up with this gender segregation must be slightly upset every time the sun sets or rises and the colours display how … Continue reading Pic and a Word #157: El pastel

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