Live and let die, and then remember. Let’s go all poetic today. Do you know how you sometimes can’t tell exactly what a Latin proverb means? Is memento mori remember the dead or remember to die? In any case, I see it as the imperative … Continue reading Pic and a Word #161: Remember to die
Leya wrote “Fences” in the title of her challenge, which is not to say that the singular form would have prevented me from posting twenty of them, as is my norm. But first, I was amazed to discover – only now, as it sometimes happens – … Continue reading Lens-Artists PC: Don’t fence me in
This summer, for no particular reason, I found myself graveyard-hopping. It must be because cemeteries are full of poetic details. Or “little touches of humanity that you find”, according to Emma Cownie. Isn’t that the loveliest way to put it? Thank you! All these were … Continue reading Pic and a Word #151: Grave details
All this happened on the way to the cemetery. Doors are where you see them, just don’t look too closely: those of Italy are closed yet and now Slovenia is about to close its doors as well. We used to do it on November 1st, The Day … Continue reading Thursday Doors, 5/7/18: Ljubljana
Today I paid a visit to about one half of my ancestors. They are conveniently gathered at the Žale Cemetery in Ljubljana, Slovenia. It was a good day for it since today celebrates the man who took care of my grandmother so well that he … Continue reading Happy birthday, dedek!