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November 2017

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In a somehow typical fashion, I post last year’s November photos on the last day of this year’s. Just in time. My ex liked calling things he did “just in time”, but that meant watering the plants on the brink of dying. Sometimes I felt … Continue reading November 2017

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

Yucca tree in new clothing.
No biking and barbecuing today.
Neither an outdoors meal.
The postbox and our hedge plant which I don’t call by its name because I don’t know it.
Neighbours where the donkey used to be. If they were quiet, I wouldn’t even spot them. Alas they complained loudly.
The prickly pear cactus and the horses. The white one knew what to wear today.
Lake Burano and the sea beyond.
Olive trees in an unlikely setting.
My daily view got sprinkled with fairy dust.
The Capalbio railway station.
A fusion indeed: of the cactus, oranges, obituaries and snow.
Who would have thought? Car plate modified by me.
You can see on the roof: quite a snowfall for the first time!
The window was frozen and I had to open the door to take the photo.
Last summer there were sunflowers to the right and it was HOT.
Towards the beach.
Snow made bestia melancholic.
Snow on the beach! Never before.
Towards Monte Argentario peninsula.
Back home. By 1 pm all snow was gone, except on our table.

Disturbance in the force

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Today was a fairy-tale morning in Maremma. Hard to believe but the worlds are becoming one.  It started to snow last night around 9 and at 8 am I ventured out in the weak sun to capture what I knew would be history by lunch: … Continue reading Disturbance in the force