Free of fear and despair, not yet bound by society’s rules, nor yet worldly enough to be anxious about her tomorrows, no dreams yet crushed, not yet burdened with Continue reading “A Spirit Free to Soar”
In tranquil repose I pause to look, that I may see
I look before me and see
excitement and the unknown
and feel the anticipation.
I look behind me and see
loneliness and hope
and recall the despair
I look outward and see
the joy and emotion
and live the elation. Continue reading “Look”
For this week’s Sunday Post Jake has asked for distance shots. He speaks of the long shot, the wide shot, and the scene-setting establishing shot. During a trip to Tuscany we stayed in the small village of Verrucole … population just 50 persons. This photo establishes the village as small and somewhat remote on a hilltop in the mountains of Tuscany.
This second shot Continue reading “The Establishing Shot”
My response to Continue reading “Urbanite”
I took this on my last pass through the Piazza. Between pressing crowds and feeling Continue reading “Silhouette in Piazza San Marco”
This week the prompts are:
1. Did you live in the city or the country? Did you have pets? Do you remember your mother making things for the family? Your father? What did your family do during the different seasons? Continue reading “WIN #9 Early School Years 6-12”
Pets galore. First I remember Smokey and Dusty, the cats that would cling to the screen on my parents’ bedroom window to announce their desire to come in, until one morning they just never came home. There was the budgie that had a heart attack and fell over dead one morning when the cover was removed from his cage. The turtles … they passed of indigestion we figure, and burped themselves to death from all the moths we fed them one night. And then there was Happy the Basset Hound. But Happy was killed outside the house one evening when one of us inadvertently left a door open.
It wasn’t that we didn’t take care of our feathered and furry friends – we just seemed to have a rather long string of unfortunate luck, until we got Betsy the Basset Hound. She was my mother’s dog; so attached was she to my mother that she wouldn’t leave the house without her, which relieved my sister and me of dog walking duty. Tug and pull, cajole and plead as we might, we could not get her out through the door.
Betsy gained a reputation – if there was food, anywhere, she would find it. Continue reading “A Woman is a Dog’s Best Friend”
This week’s Friday photo challenge is Merge. Usually I post right away but this one gave me some trouble. I enjoy the challenge of digging through my archives looking for a suitable interpretation of the single word offered each week. But this week, nothing was eMERGEing. I’ve gotten pretty familiar, intimate even, with my photos since I started blogging, always searching for the right shot. And this week …nope, nada, nil, nothing, rien, zero, zilch. Then, finally, a modicum of inspiration … I paint, I use colour … Continue reading “Primary Colours”
This picture is Julia’s challenge this week, no word limit, although I’m thinking she thought there might be less and not more. It’s a birthday card for her son … I think she’s expecting some humourous inside messages … sorry. I put fingers to keyboard and this is what emerged – 137 words. And. just so we’re clear? I wouldn’t put this in a birthday card, to my son, or anyone else – somehow this transformed into a comment on aging. Continue reading “A Cat’s Age”
Admittedly this photo was taken in colour but it’s conversion to black and white made it all about the shapes and lines, which is what I liked about the shot. It was taken in Continue reading “Black and White, Shape and Line”
We had experienced several days of rain but the upside was this last meander along the River Rance between Dinan and Léhon in Brittany with the intoxicating scent of the lush, damp woodlands sweetening the air.
Yellow … Continue reading “Five Colours”
When the sun begins to slip towards the horizon, as the slanting rays begin to light the clouds and throw the skyline into silhouette, the breeze dies and the air stills, the birds’ chatter softens and dies, and the cameras come out. I have posted a lot of travel shots but it’s time for something home-grown – these are some of the sunsets I have enjoyed right here at home Continue reading “When the sun sets”
Mummy tucked me in, kissed my cheek and slipped from the room. Light of the mid-June sun filtered through the drawn blind and my eyes lingered on the dancing shadows … but my thoughts returned, again, to school. With most of the exams behind me I wondered if I Continue reading “Stress and the 6 year-old”
We had arrived in France at the end of September and it was now almost November. We had driven south through the centre of France, from Paris to the Mediterranean coast; we had walked the streets of mediaeval towns, traversed gorges and bridges; afternooned in Spain, tootled on the canal, soaked up the ambiance of numerous villages and seaside ports; we had survived the roads of Italy, dwelt in a small Tuscan hill town, lunched in a marble quarry, and dined on exquisite pasta to die for … and now it was time to head home.
We headed northwest from our hilltop village of Verrucole, and soon we were heading through the mountains … I mean through the mountains, as in tunnels. Many tunnels. There were 33 of them in the first 60 km from Aulla to Rapallo. Some so close together that only a hundred metres, or less, separated them. We popped out of one, had a few seconds of daylight and then entered the next one. We eventually went through 106 tunnels on the way north to the mother of all tunnels – the Mont Blanc tunnel.
The tunnel took six years to build, completed in 1965, and runs under Mont Blanc. For all that effort it reduces the route from France to Turin by 50 kilometres (31 mi) and to Milan by 100 kilometres (62 mi). We entered the tunnel from Italy, at 4,500 feet and exited seven miles later in France at 4,200 feet. This is a shot of Mont Blanc.
My previous post in tis series was The Pont du Gard.
In my post Points of the Compass Italian Style I wrote about the drive into Tuscany in search of our next house rental and in Our Teeny Tiny Tuscan Town I described the delightful hill town of Verrucole.
I thoroughly enjoyed our stay in our Tuscan village but, as I described in Points of the Compass, it was tucked well away in the Tuscan hills. When we had booked and finally found our teeny tiny town on a map we immediately started checking out nearby sites to visit. Lucca, a place of interest with its Renaissance-era city walls was described as being 40 kms from Verrucole. With that as our benchmark we widened our circle and boned up on interesting places to visit …
What we failed to understand until after arriving was just how high we were over the Serchio Valley …
My last post in this series was French Villages.
Two weeks into our vacation we departed our St-André apartment near the Spanish border and headed east to Italy.
We had a full day ahead and that necessitated some time driving the major highways, but near Nimes we veered off in the direction of the Pont du Gard.