Tag: Monte Argentario

January: Going down from the little terrace of the Skyscraper. What a visual ride. Ljubljana, Slovenia.

February: Amazed every time I visit it. Giardino dei tarocchi by Niki de Saint Phalle, southern Tuscany.

March: These violets are in exactly the same spot this year but not nearly as happy. Recent snow was a surprise. Our condominium.

April: Imagine a river with the temperature of a small clothes washer. Then lie in it and be transported smash-bam into the next group of people because the current is so strong. Don’t worry, it happens all the time. Terme Saturnia.

May: A proper bowl twister: amore making carbonara.

June: The girl during Infiorata. I love this photo. As if out of a German film. Monte Argentario monastery.

July: Time and place to lie down. It looks softer than it is. Forma Viva, Portorož, Slovenia.

August: Muha Restaurant in Lokev, Slovenia.

September: Crustaceans and Formula Uno. Rome, Italia.

October: This field is pretty happening for real. Capalbio Scalo.

November: Part of the setting to lure wildlife near photographers at the Lake Burano nature reserve.

December: The Kamnik-Savinja Alps from my parents’ front door in Bežigrad, Ljubljana, Slovenia.

Complete Calendar 2017

Gallery · 28 Dec 2018 · 25 Comments ·

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

Pic and a Word #160: Contemplate this

9 Nov 201810 Nov 2018 · 16 Comments ·

Are these the End Times? Or has it only just begun? Be as it may, there is a storm coming. First the poem. Read the title as a companion to “grumble grumble”. Contemple contemple Con temple, con tempi, with times. I hear say that these … Continue reading Pic and a Word #160: Contemplate this

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

Gallery · 23 Sep 2018 · 16 Comments ·

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

Italy welcomes you, Norm! Monte Argentario monastery.

Il giardino dei tarocchi: “Justice” by Niki de Saint Phalle and Jean Tinguely.

Thank you, my friends, for the dimension check.

Trastevere, “with the 3/4 –1/4 split”, Norm said.

Isola del Giglio. I love it how they are destined to meet but they don’t know it.

For the end, four from closest to me, Capalbio on the hill.

I wonder if this still looks the same after a few years.

Thursday Doors, 13/9/18: Norm mix I.

Gallery · 13 Sep 201820 Sep 2018 · 35 Comments ·

Today a special door selection from my first blog, of doors that caught the eye of our Thursday Doorman. “The day I set foot in Rome and start exploring for doors… well I don’t know if I’ll ever leave the place.” This was the comment … Continue reading Thursday Doors, 13/9/18: Norm mix I.

Thursday Doors, 12/7/18: Ansedonia

12 Jul 2018 · 34 Comments ·

Let’s forget about Slovenia for a moment and return to my Costa d’Argento (Silver Coast) in the south of Tuscany. Cosa might mean What? in Italian but it’s also an ancient historic site and that’s where I was headed a month ago on an open-door day. How … Continue reading Thursday Doors, 12/7/18: Ansedonia

June 2017

24 Jun 201824 Jun 2018 · 35 Comments ·

Before June is over, here is a look at last year’s as is my habit. As you will see, it had a girly feel. With all their visitors and views and vibrations, spring and summer months are so hard to pin down in twelve images, … Continue reading June 2017

Motovun, Croatia.

View from previous home, Ljubljana, Slovenia.

Bežigrad, Ljubljana.

Park Tivoli, Ljubljana.

Villa Pamphili, Rome.

Temple of Hadrian, Rome.

Lungotevere, Rome.

The Abbey of Torre.

Primary school in Capalbio Scalo.

Selva Nera, Borgo Carige.

Talamone.

Lake Burano.

My daily field 1.

My daily field 2.

Niki de Saint Phalle: Il giardino dei tarocchi.

Capalbio station.

Home. The ficus froze to death this winter.

Mourning dove.

Monte Argentario horizon.

Old motherboard.

WPC: Life lines

Gallery · 2 May 20182 May 2018 · 7 Comments ·

I almost forgot to post my lines for the WPC this week. So two posts a day it must be. I’ll let the photos speak for themselves today, only locations in the captions. These are the lines of my life, only the dog leash is … Continue reading WPC: Life lines

Day 28: April 2017 postcards

28 Apr 2018 · 22 Comments ·

This post is part of my Calendar 2017 with twelve photos from last April. Each photo is accompanied by a little something. Let’s not call it either poetry or prose but merely words. For the curious, the three previous Calendar 2017 months are assembled here. … Continue reading Day 28: April 2017 postcards

Day one: Secrets

1 Apr 20185 Apr 2018 · 28 Comments ·

Challenge 1: “Write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure.” April 1st To disclose a secret shame a secret pleasure. A sure plea. If not for help then for attention. What to say what to admit? There is so … Continue reading Day one: Secrets

WPC: A guide for one day

Image · 11 Feb 2018 · 38 Comments ·

You can be a tour guide, just for one day. You can be an editor too. A translator. Layout lass. Director of photography. A copywriter. The boss. The secretary. You, blogger, are all of these and more, all in one. And now a tour guide … Continue reading WPC: A guide for one day

“Who are you calling extinct?”

From the car. All alone, and the bird was by itself too.

Elaborate entrance to the oasis.

Dancing.

I have an impression that the black guys on the right were responsible for the most noise.

I hoped for a lift-off.

Bosco della Patanella. A little forest indeed.

Orbetello. On St. Valentine’s Day, a supermarket holds an organised flamingo coupling viewing from its roof. For real.

Italians must always burn something.

Here you can see how far away they really are. Monte Argentario peninsula in the background.

Particularly hunting.

The light was going and the birds acquired a shade underneath.

Ooops, my camera is lost.

This image seems so non-European.

Goodbye, lagoon, I’ll be back. And quiet.

WPC: Silence!

Gallery · 24 Jan 2018 · 22 Comments ·

In my quest to get closer to the flamingos in Orbetello lagoon, I found some other beasts as well. Every time I’m grocery shopping, I throw them wishful looks and they laugh at me from too far away for my zoom. I promised them to … Continue reading WPC: Silence!

Mexi Movie the Third (closed)

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