Just flowers

My favourite kind of flowers are those that are still growing. All these were growing last May here in southern Tuscany. Okay, the Ukraine had to win the Eurovision Song Contest. And now I’m so extremely interested in seeing whether the league and the system will let Luka and the Mavs win tonight and eliminate

Day 28 & Thursday Doors poem

Because it’s Thursday, because my friend asks me what doors mean to me, and because we are to shape up our poem today – the shape can be only one. Prompt 28: “Write a concrete poem. In brief, a concrete poem is one in which the lines are shaped in a way that mimics the

PPAC: War memorials

I have gathered public monuments to the fallen from Slovenia and Italy of diverse artistry, but always here to make us think. After all, we used to kill each other. Plus there is this poem that I have been writing since Thursday when it all began. Soft War Song It’s the end of War Day

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:

Getaways with Flavia

She has this category on her blog and it’s the best it could be: Getaway with Manja. We had twelve such since December 2019 when we first met for real in Rome. Then first pandemic got in the way and now she is moving far away for a year. I often say that blogging brings