Lens-Artists PC: 18 images/18 stories

I smiled a little when I saw what Leya envisioned for her One Image/One Story challenge: “Pick one or two, maybe three?” Ahh, how cute. Three is a lonely number. How about other 15.

This is how I do it every time. If a little story unfolds when I look at a photo, I know: this is the photo that I wish to post. In fact, this is how I look at the world around me as such, as a well of stories. No wonder that I’m never bored.

My Canadian friend in Pippi found a quotation that sums up blogging well for those of us who are lucky and don’t have to sell anything. Goethe should know.

Here are my few more or less reasonable words for today and some fine-ish pictures: 18 haikus that accompany my 18 examples of how an image evokes a story.

As usually, they come from here, Italy, and there, Slovenia, just like I do. Keep warm, we are almost at the freezing point and I hear many of you are even lower.

Oh, one photo needs an explanation, the one of the helicopter. There was no new accident but the scene reminded me of the 1998 Cavalese cable car crash when a US Marine aircraft flew too low in the Dolomites in Italy in order for the pilots to “have fun” and “take videos of the scenery”, cut the cable and caused a tragedy. Don’t do that.

As for that restaurant where you can eat with bitcoins? It’s “Pirat” in Piran. You’re welcome. 😀

This is a portrait
of the truest love story:
hair, wet from the sea.

To find Tuscany
in Slovenia, one need
not search very long.

Not quite as easy
to find Slovenia in
Tuscany. Surprise!

Whatever you do,
don’t let Slovenian mothers
see this scary scene.

“Mom!” “Shut up and walk.”
“Mom, why are you the black sheep
of our family?”

“I’ve had it with her.
When he appears, she’s all ears.
Ha, Bestia! My ass.”

A woman, a dog,
and a mask. A new threesome.
Mirror is crying.

I wonder if they’d
known. Queen of entertainment,
let loose and running.

Trapped snow in August
cannot escape ex garage:
Nordic ski centre.

Most definitely:
A thorn. Etruscans will now
surprise the Romans.

When birds fly too low
under wires just for fun,
people die. Twenty.

Some scenes need nothing
but translation: “Percival,
the brave bird, rests here.”

Five years older. Young.
Suzana lived here. And then
she moved away, right?

Rok is real. We talked
and he confirmed: Here you can
eat well for bitcoins.

This story is old
and it writes itself anew
with each ignition.

Missed chance of a friend.
See? Fabrizio doesn’t
live here any more.

This car’s colours are
plain to see. As long as they
don’t play each other.

Here she comes to see
who is that on the toilet.
Orange helps with stress.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Leya: One Image/One Story

This day in my blogging history

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  2016: Orvieto bench

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  2017: Thursday Doors from Piran

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  2018: Twenty photos from November 2017