Last photo of July with lens trouble

Yesterday I remembered that it was the last day of the month so I made sure that my last couple of photos make a good piece of evidence of my lens trouble. This is something that has been happening more and more often. Have a look at my penultimate and last July photo: By the

My own cloud

Here is a poem in which I say that I am my own cloud. I may drift and yet I am found, by presents, by ads, by you. My own cloud It’s like walking on clouds* says an ad daring me to click. Who doesn’t wish to walk on clouds? Oh, but they know me.

Friendly Friday serenity search

Here is my Friendly Friday serenity which only a carefully worded post can ruffle. Is it true? Do I refuse to choose? Yes, I have found my serenity, no search required. You can see it regularly in the photos on my blog and in this post. At least I hope this is what my photos

Friendly Friday: Roma in Piran

This was a brief but friendly encounter on the Slovenian coast five months ago when we went to the bus station to meet my incoming uncle. “Roma!” I heard behind me. I turned and there was the cutest terrier with the fanciest collar ready to meet bestia. Bestia, who is male if anybody still doubts

Weekend Writing Prompt #235: Death by concert

I rarely decide on a new challenge since my blogging days are really full as it is, but Nope, Not Pam (last week) and Sunra Rainz prompted me to have a try at a new prompt. Each week writer Sammi Cox proposes the word and the length and off we go. This week it’s mirror

November 2020

With this Calendar post we begin the six months that were really nothing to brag about. I took less photos than usually. I saw fewer new things. I talked to so few people (in person). I was in the pandemic funk and it started in November. First, before autumn is done: The most wonderful autumn

Friendly Friday weather

Today’s forecast: A compilation of weathers from here and there for Friendly Friday Sandy. Our most usual weather – clear sky with a rare cloud – is represented the least. So spoiled am I that I notice it only when it’s gone. Two quotations come to mind immediately regarding the weather. Here is the first: