Last photos of October

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

Day 26 & Lens-Artists PC: Smile and simile

A post with a heart of light and gold today, since the Mavericks won so mercilessly last night. Who’d say that the most joy I’ll be getting will be from a 23-year-old Slovenian having fun playing basketball in Dallas? I almost wrote another poem for Luka (following this one) but that would be an exaggeration,

Thursday Doors 20/1/22: Santa Severa 5.

With this post we say goodbye to Santa Severa, that’s why I’m letting several non-door photos take part too, for you to get the feeling of how gloriously this day ended. It was a hot day in September 2020. My uncle was on a visit and we met with Flavia in Tarquinia, from where four

CFFC: Future nostalgic

Isn’t this a brilliant theme? I had one photo in mind immediately and was sure to gather many others. And then… Cee’s post is so cute and I was in such good spirits when I started to look. The first photo I searched out deliberately. It was of a poster we spotted in Padua this

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

PPAC: Sant’Agnelo 3

Today’s public art post, the third with fairy-tale murals from Sant’Angelo, comes with a little reality check. As I write this (Friday, 5 pm), we have had no internet connection in home for the last twenty-four hours. And on Wednesday we were again without water most of the day. These problems are not related, neither

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

PPAC: The beloved space

In my mind I’m getting ready to return to Tuscany, to my beloved and his spazio which can mean place or space. This is what I found there when I returned from Slovenia last August. I first noticed the letters when I passed Lake Burano, a few minutes from our home, at 10 in the