Day 25 & Pic and a Word #310: Petal

Today is the Liberation Day in Italy, and in my poem two ladies of the marshes are fighting for my body and soul. I have a nice memory from last year’s Liberation Day. We drove to the lagoon again after being locked into our municipality for ages, but the supermarket was closed and we went

CFFC: Birdies

As long as we can still count on the birds and the seasons, it’s going to be alright. Here is a collection of my feathery companions here in southern Tuscany with a nature reserve as a neighbour. Only the last four photos are from elsewhere: two from Rome and two from Slovenia. All except the

Lens-Artists PC: Water baby

Yes, I am one, I am drawn to every kind of water and whenever I was asked what I wished to do in life I replied: “I wish to live by the sea.” Here it is, a 12-km sandy beach less than 2 km away. For almost nine years I’ve been living in the south

February 2021

It’s that time of month again when I look at the same month last year and choose 20 photos for my Calendar. Meet February, the month when spring comes to town. The only time I ventured out of my municipality, the air by the Orbetello lagoon was full of smoke. Italians like to burn stuff

Pic and a Word #284: Vulnerable

“The vulnerable won’t help” is one of those pot idea lines that have stuck. What do you mean you don’t have these? Since I have already written a poem with this title once I will repeat it this time. It was short and not so sweet and posted in April 2018 for NaPoWriMo together with