Five Greek memories

Today I feel chatty. Here is a random Greece-based memory bouquet. To make it more challenging, stories shall be drabbles, of precisely 100 words. I notice that posts with more words than photos often go unread, or at least unliked (since this and comments are the only proofs of somebody reading). I know, merely looking is so much…

Thursday Doors, December 1

Today I intended to show you doors from our October four-town autumn fest trip, but I counted 34 door photos from the first town alone. Here is the first half of Caldana doors then. The town of Caldana in the province of Gavorrano in southern Tuscany has its annual “Festa d’Autunno” in October and we…

Orvieto bench

I was at the Orvieto train station many times, since it’s there where I pick up my guests who come by train, but this bench is a recent discovery. It was made by the members of local rehabilition centre “L’albero delle voci”. I can only say grazie. Photo: a © signature mmm production

36 questions

I found the questions below in the attached New York Times article, and vulnerable as I obviously like to be promptly answered them. Whatever you do today, make it lead to love. Set I 1. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as a dinner guest? Jeanette Winterson. Eddie Vedder. Dom…

Window Monday

Some Tuscan windows and Mom modelling for this Monday. When I posted photos from my “Laundry” folder with laundry hanging off windows, Vicky, who travels in Middle East and beyond, commented that I should post this for Monday Window challenge. Alas, it was not Monday. Also, I cannot save all windows for Mondays, I’m doing that…

WPC: Every time is this time of the year

“Every time of year is this time of the year for me. It’s just November 25th. Not going to start celebrating anything yet, neither buying. My post will be about that. Thank you for the inspiration.” This was my yesterday’s comment to this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge post. The whole world is not celebrating anything except…

I’m happy

I don’t always look back. But when I do it looks something like this. The photos are older than the poem. They are from the trip to Lefkas (Lefkada) island in Greece in 2007. The poem is from a recent summer. And the past is in the past where it belongs, only sometimes it raises its…

Thursday Doors, November 24

We conclude the Vetulonia trilogy with the obligatory Thursday door post. First we had a look inside the Etruscan museum, then we went outside, and now it’s door time. Plus a window, plus a cat. Plus cemetery. Some sky. Parents. It was a good day. Photo: a © signature mmm production For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors…

CFFC: Laundry from my windows

For a while now I’ve been threatening with my laundry folder. Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge on the theme of windows lets it all hang out. First come Italian windows, followed by Slovenian from Piran – so that you can be the judge of whether Italians truly do it better. I’d say it’s a tie. Photo: a ©…

What we have is ourselves

What we have is ourselves, and that is all we can really write about. —Dinty W. Moore Photo: a © signature mmm production

Moves like movies

This post is about recently seen films (after a looooong drought). There is “Movie” in my blog name after all. And the screen is a Monday window too, in a way. Except for the last ten years or so, I always watched plenty of films. (Here is the list of my favourite films of all times.) Then…

Yesterday’s spectacle

First I noticed a strange glow and then I ran outside. Sometimes I forget it’s showtime. Photo: a © signature mmm production

WPC: MMMagic

Magic, just like chaos a couple of weeks ago, is where you find it. And if you don’t see the little one, you’re not worthy of the big. But first, the past week on my blog, seeing that this has become a regular weekend feature: I showed you my birthtown Ljubljana in Slovenia; I found a…

Surfin’ Ansedonia

Last week I went on an expedition, even though it was not the most well-lit day. I never knew I could spy on surfers and boar less than 15 minutes from my home. Our 12-km beach doesn’t get waves that would attract surfers, it seems, or at least I never caught them out. You must know…

Thursday Doors, November 17

Whereas my first Volterra door post was all about one street opposite the prison, today I wish to show you some other doors in this scenic town, of various churches and of the library. On top of one of them we even discovered uncle. And instead of my uncle you can picture Alan Rickman here. I’ve just…

Take it away, girl

A post in which I bow down low to the amazing, unrepeatable energy of Ms. Joplin. When you realise everything had already happened before you were even born. Damn, I wish I would write like she sang. And in a way I do. Just on the inside. See what she did to this Tommy the Cat.🙂…