Before the month runs out, it’s time for my monthly Calendar post. Here is last November in twenty images plus two special photos from this year.
Let’s start with a photo that my uncle in Ljubljana sent me almost three weeks ago, of his Japanese maple in all its November splendour.
Next, today is the anniversary of my parents losing their single status. When it was the 50th, we celebrated it in a restaurant above Ljubljana that has since earned a Michelin star. After that we stopped counting years because that number is what I will hit next year.
Here they are, the love birds walking into the Piran sunset this summer. To many more happy years! By the way, just a few days ago this walkway was completely submerged by the high tide.
And now, here is my November from one year ago. Apparently I didn’t move farther than 15 minutes from home. This is what I can find so near.
A memory of a summer day with perhaps not as many doors but with the kind of urban sights that I miss the most.
I’m a city girl, no way around it. My tenth year in rural Tuscany finds me relaxed, still marvelling at the pine-green and sky-blue palette that surrounds me, and yet pining for signs of life that we don’t get here. (They are in Rome but I don’t go there either much these days.)
That’s why I enjoyed the drive and walk around my city of origin, Ljubljana in Slovenia, with my sister on this August day, especially Trubarjeva St. where our walk ended with the best falafel in town.
The last image in the gallery happened a few hours later on my walk to a regular preventive check-up. I wouldn’t pay this wall special attention hadn’t I known what was behind the next corner: the Oncology Ward.
The local band 2227 sang a long time ago: “No brains no tumors.” The test was all clear, but it wasn’t brain. I give my thanks for that, and let’s do it on all the other days as well.
Let’s say goodbye to the doors and views of Ischia di Castro with this post. This has been a lovely half an hour, spread around four weeks of Thursday Doors.
It was the end of this September and during his vigorous swimming on his last visit of the summer uncle agreed to this one road trip. There was a waterfall and a relatively long, steep and hot hike to some interesting ruins, both of which I still need to show on here, and then we found this place. The door series starts here.
As you will see, uncle’s door patience was running out, so it was just as well that we reached the caves at the end of the town through some tunnels, turned around, and returned where we’d come from, since there was nothing else to do. Let’s have a look.
As for next Thursday, who knows which doors we will be knocking on on my blog, but most probably it will be in Slovenia. My country has just got a new president. For the first time, as a tweet said, it’s a girl. She is small and compact and enjoys motorcycles. When amore first saw her and heard her speak, he trembled.
Let’s continue our stroll through this tiny town near Farnese that keeps on giving us doors and feeding us views.
Six minutes it took me to take all today’s photos. As I stroll, I click left and right to what draws my eyes, without thinking, framing, cropping much. Imagine: If you were there instead of me, maybe you would take photos of completely different doors.
Maybe not but for sure you wouldn’t be in the company of this well-traveled couple. It’s our pleasure to take you along.
A church, some flowers, a dog and doors doors doors.
Let’s continue our stroll through one more small Italian town, Ischia di Castro, which started last week on my blog and happened one month ago. This was the last time I saw something new.
The places I like the most don’t care whether you stop or not. There must be thousands of such towns in Italy and yet that day this one was ours. We will spend there two more Thursday Doors.
Today we pass a door with an obstacle and a church door first, then we follow another dog past many potted flowers, there is some laundry and some gates, and for the end a nice flowery first floor. Let’s go!
This post will be brief, to the point and drama-less. Sure, easy for me to say. What about the praying mantises about to be hatched?
I laughed when I saw my friend K.’s comment on Facebook: “Soon you will be an auntie!” Quite. A praying mantis decided to lay her eggs on our gate. Apparently it takes 42-56 days before the little mantises can come out. This happened on October 11th and this is indeed the last photo I took with my phone:
My last camera photo is also of beasties but they are feathery, flamingoing and too far from the Orbetello lagoon shore. My 200 zoom doesn’t quite cover it.
In other news, it’s about 25 degrees C, we were in a warm cloud full of insects for a while, but now it has cleared, and the birds that are gathering on the wire make me believe winter is near, no matter how impossible that seems.
I hope you are well too, enjoying the variety of holidays and the birth of November. Let it be good to you.
Bushboy’s Last on the Card rules are simple:
1. Post the last photo on your SD card or last photo on your phone for the 31st October. 2. No editing – who cares if it is out of focus, not framed as you would like or the subject matter didn’t cooperate. 3. You don’t have to have any explanations, just the photo will do. 4. Create a Pingback to this post or link in the comments. 5. Tag “The Last Photo”.
Yes, I know, there is a cat above, but this post is still the beginning of a new door series from a small town that is not even in Tuscany but in Lazio.
Ischia di Castro saw me for the first time almost exactly one month ago, when uncle, bestia and I stopped there for a quick door tour after a waterfall and a thirsty search for ruins. The nearest I had been before was Farnese, from where I also did a Thursday Doors series in ten posts on my previous blog. The series started with this post which also featured a cat.
As we drove through the town, I kept ooohing an aaaahing over the variety of doors but there was no good spot to stop. The town finished before I could swerve and once I did, it was already behind us. This curious cat asked us without speaking what we were up to and why we packed the dog. Don’t mind us, cat, we are about to turn around and drive through that town again and maybe even stop for doors, I mentally replied.
And so we did. At first my plan was to take a few photos while driving (bad idea, even though there was no traffic), but then I settled on clicking in all directions while waiting at the (only but long) traffic light.
I realised that the town was hiding its doors behind parked cars, which is no fun for a photographer. So I parked in a nice square and we walked among the tiny streets where (almost) no cars can pass. This is how it began.
Today is the day when we conclude our Maribor door tour from last month with some fine specimens that carry special significance, memories or name.
Our sunny walk with my sister and uncle, which started in this post, lasted between 11.30 am and 4.30 pm on a September Monday, and included lunch, cake and a stroll in the park.
Today’s last part takes us past father’s high school, Maribor Castle, Donkey’s Corner, a very American looking church (only captured from afar so no door), until we finally reach the door of my grandma’s building, which always spelled safety to me, no matter that I first had to climb four floors without a lift to hug her.
(Grumbling barely audibly about last night’s first NBA game of the new season for Luka & the Mavs, which they lost after leading for 22 points. It’s not enough to know that you are better, hear? This summer Team Slovenia had the same problem…)
Better come with me and let’s see what we can find. And look – our Thursday Doors host Dan has found something Slovenian near Pittsburgh. Visit his post!
Let’s continue with our Maribor door tour. Today we reach the park of my childhood where my grandma took me so often. Such lovely memories.
Only about one half of the photos below actually contain a door, but I wished to show you our stroll to the park and The Three Ponds in more detail. This door tour will end next week.
The park is very near the city centre, something which didn’t seem so at all when I was little and spent much time in Maribor with my beloved grandma.
The last photo in the gallery is of the little aquarium and terrarium where she had to take me every time we were near. The news that just a few days earlier the area had been an attempted murder scene did not fit the surroundings. I only had eyes for the memories, and a few doors.
I’m only sorry that I didn’t take a photo of the museum fence which uncle showed me. Instantly I saw it so clearly: little me insisting on walking right there, on the narrow edge by the fence above the sidewalk, no matter that it was a little dangerous. It was okay. I always had a hand handy that supported me and would break my fall.
Before this October rolls by too fast as months do, here is last year’s in twenty images for my Calendar series.
First, a paragraph of apologies. I have stopped replying to comments under my blog posts, and for this I’m not happy. I always read them with such pleasure. Your words are proof that there is somebody out there. Thank you so much for this, for not going quiet as I have. Mostly, I have also stopped visiting other people’s blogs. Both, my visits and comments, should reappear one day.
Last October was not nearly as full as the month before it. There were no visitors and not much more but the sky, the clouds, the donkey, one grocery shopping by the lagoon, and one solo day trip with bestia to Punta Ala, where instead of an envisioned scenic seaside town I found a heavily regulated boat parking. Let’s start with this day.