Here we go, the last month of the year is here and with it my twelfth but not yet last calendar post. Before the year is through, I will select one photo per month for the final Calendar 2021 post.
Yes, I am aware that 2023 is just around the corner, but I still need to do away with 2021.
Last December was just like this one is unfolding: some scenic skies, some storms, one shopping trip, one birthday and Christmas in Rome.
Around here, it’s subdued. This is a good term to describe me right now, thanks, Sunra Nina. Nothing happens and yet time is running so fast. I don’t read, don’t write, don’t even watch films or series (just basketball), nor take many photos or blog much.
Right now I’m waiting for the package that my parents had sent us with homemade goodies before dad had to go in for an urgent gall bladder surgery this weekend. All went well. After years and years of no hospital for him, twice this year. I bet he is not amused. Especially when they served him this after two days without any food (no, I’m sure he grinned):
And now to last December in twenty photos. I wish you all the best in this year’s. Have a wonderful month of old ends and new beginnings.
Two days ago I spent a couple of hours in the capital of our province. I wonder if you’d know about Grosseto at all if I didn’t mention it now and then, unless you spent some time around here. I certainly didn’t.
At 5 pm, just before entering the largest city around here (with all its 82,000 people), I passed the Ombrone river when I saw a few cars parked by the road and a group of people watching intently around. I swerved to the right, as one does when one is alone in the car, to see what was going on. It was this lovely view of the bridge with a bit of flood going on. Or at least I assume that this power tower isn’t meant to stand in the middle of the river like this.
Driving around the city it got dark, since it is big enough for someone like me to search for its historic centre for quite a while. I knew I should have set the Google Maps. Eventually I found the walls around the centre, which are rather hard to miss, parked and entered the lovely old streets around the square with the Cathedral.
Since these are more or less all the photos I took this time, and so far there haven’t been any doors to speak of, let’s return to the summer of 2019 when I was in Grosseto for the last time until now. Uncle and I visited it in the middle of what must have been the hottest day of that summer. Have a look at some of its doors in heat.
This time, finally, my last photo above and the three penultimate ones of the past month come with zero drama attached. Plus there is a story.
But… what is that in the middle of the field? A huge loose Maremma shepherd getting ready to attack? No, no, just a girl dog neighbour who doesn’t dare to approach. All in all, not bad as ends of Novembers go.
Since this is a post of last things, here is the last thing I have written – something I barely still do – and submitted to Visual Verse. It was not selected for publication, but I love it more than all that made the cut in the past. I had loved it before it was even written. I love it like an unborn son. And look, there is a kangaroo.
They provide the image, you write between 50 and 500 words. This was the image in November, my story is below, and the selected pieces are here.
Natural born postman
“And the kangaroo?”
“What about the kangaroo?”
“It doesn’t appear in your story.”But that came later.
Today’s tweet said: “31 October 1971, a terrorist bomb exploded at the top of the Post Office Tower in London. The building has been closed to the public ever since.”
I rock my unborn son in my arms, after successfully rescuing him out of his postman costume, and muse over what I’ve just read. A memory floats by and takes me back.
My first visit of London goes together with my first flight. I don’t sleep at all the night before. I plan out our days, for my parents, sister and me. The days are not nearly enough.
Oh, how much we walk. At one point we find ourselves in an unremarkable stretch of the city. The only landmark we can see is the Post Office Tower, not all that near.
The postcards that I have written, as always, are itching to be sent.
They are bound to have the stamps there. It’s a post office, no?
And so we walk.
Now I may know why it was closed but I’m pretty sure that before 1971 they didn’t carry stamps either.
Meanwhile, listening, my unborn son has made a connection.
“Mum, I know. Listen. Next year I’m going as the kangaroo. Think of it: they are natural born postmen. They just carry their post on the inside.”
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 30th November. 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”.
“What technology would you be better off without, why?” Did WordPress just ask you the same question? 😮 As I opened a new post, there it was, this question to start things off. What next, WP? Will you write the ending for me too?
I will not think of technology, nor indeed about the Dallas Masochists because they are making them, us and all who watch them suffer so very much, and I’m sorry if I’ve made you watch them for Luka. Their game as a team is lost in translation. They lose unless he scores 32 points (and sometimes even if he scores more). Let’s hope it’s only early days (even though one quarter of the season is gone).
What I will do, in the time when photographers are coming up with their 2023 Calendars, is show you some doors from 2021 that didn’t make it into my monthly calendar posts. Each contains only twenty images but I always gather more than that. Here are some remains then.
And in two weeks I will show you some door favourites from this year, just as our hosts Dan Antion instructs. I better do what he says. He has just published the third book in his Dreamer’s Alliance trilogy.
Some of these doors you have seen before but all together like this they reflect my year 2021 pretty well.
The first photo below, none too noteworthy, is especially meaningful. It was March, I was starting to lose my mind after a long, uneventful and pandemic winter, when I noticed this door walking home for the shop, as if I’d never seen it before. I took it as a symbol of good things coming, and in time they did.
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”.