Today celebrates my mother Meta. Alas, for some genetic reason, you keep showing my age. Unsurprisingly, your best photo of your latest visit was taken by my father. Meta can mean a lot of things in many languages: goal, finish, middle, half in Italian, mint … Continue reading Happy Meta birthday!
And one dog. And one cat. You would be closing in on 100. Happy birthday, Baca! What reminds me of you the most? Burda. Kiwi. Blackcurrant. Cottage cheese. Umag. Opera, especially Madame Butterfly. Love of Italy. Beautiful Vida, a poem in many languages. Your stories … Continue reading Flowers for grandma
Today a bit of non-fiction. Which means it really happened. A red dog The old man across the street needs a ride home. He was standing next to the primary school and waved down my car not knowing who I was. I pass his house … Continue reading A red dog
My life is pretty much unlikely, all of it. All this was just my longer path to the station on a May day last year. I have a habit of posting a calendar post every month with twelve pictures from the same month last year, … Continue reading WPC: Unlikely life
Today celebrates my first friend who I met online and got to befriend in real life too. True, we were both in the same country, but without the internet chances are high that we would never know of each other. I’m not mentioning the number … Continue reading Happy half, Alenka!
I will never forget the moment about five years ago when mom told me her cousin who celebrates today had started to paint. This is her work in 20 pictures. When you invited us on a visit to see what you were up to, I … Continue reading Happy art and Soul!
A confirmation that everything is cyclical always feels mighty good. Back in my old bedroom I used to have four photos on the wall closest to bed. They depicted the same tree in four seasons: leaf-shedding, snow-covered, budding, lush. Upon moving to Italy almost five … Continue reading WPC: Variations on a field