Another one of those challenges where I had to smack my fingers in order not to exceed my self-imposed limit of twenty images per post. Chaos is all around us, but is it really?
Since it’s Sunday, I’ll give you a quick run-down through my last week’s posts first. This week I:
- gave you an example why it’s better not to get paid for blogging: in this way you can always speak the truth. A transmogrified story of a pizzeria on the Slovenian coast with the notorious photo of pizza and French fries together;
- posted a selection of photography quotes and images of Roma in the aftermath of a series of earthquakes;
- compiled several photos of graffiti and other inscriptions from Slovenia as compared to what writes on Italian walls;
- showed you some statuary from Siena (and I thank Elusive Trope for the word!) as well as what happens when the Palio race goes out of hand;
- contemplated on books and showed you mine, together with my translation of mom’s poem for children;
- on Thursday remembered that I still have some lovely doors from Via Appia Antica to show and tell a story of the fear of open doors;
- announced how I was about to visit Il giardino dei tarocchi for the 11th time (and then went only for half an hour due to bad weather).
But now on to chaos. The first image below is the first image that came to mind on this subject. This is what we encountered shortly after Florence when driving to Slovenia across the Apennines for New Year’s Eve two years ago. Amore said: “I don’t think this is rain any longer.” And so he drove on the snow for the first time ever.
Some would describe these scenes as chaos, others as drama, still others as only natural, but no matter how you call it – whoomp, there it is, and we better deal!
Photo: a © signature mmm production (+ the one of us by MC)
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Chaos
Tu as plein d’idées pour le chaos!!!
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Hihi, Mamie, I wonder if that means something! But I think I have plenty of ideas for calmness too. 🙂 Merci!
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I’m sure!
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I agree with Mamie, so many chaotic thoughts you had!! 😄 That death-helping photo looks like a brutal party! 😉 “Drama”, that was the word I was looking for,which you mentioned earlier in connection with snow. Well, chaos, drama – same same!
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Hihi, yes, SMSW, “drama” he calls snow. 😉 I take a look at my photos and these thoughts just come… Must be well acquainted with chaos. 😀
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Lovely shots – snow near Florence? Wow.
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Thank you, Jan. Yes, snow, but it’s a hilly pass between Firenze and Bologna and you must cross it…
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Chaos meal looks good to me, as do those sandy shoes 🙂
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Hehe, Joey, it was yum, as for the shoes – sis was not pleased.
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They were her shoes?
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Yep, and she in them. There was a post about it:
https://manjamaksimovic.wordpress.com/2016/04/10/wpc-future-wave/
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Funny, I don’t remember that one!
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But I see your face down there among the likers… Was it the cat or the dog? 😉
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I know, that’s why it’s funny! 😛
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Oh this is just precious! You managed to capture chaos perfectly. My fave is the snow chaos as I can relate very well. Imagine having to shovel snow on your own yard for two hours (and that didn’t even cut it as hubby did two more later)…
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Ah, Suvi, I’m glad you appreciate my chaos situations. 🙂 I often woke up to the sound of shovels back in Ljubljana. Not as much as you, but it gets quite a lot of snow. I think the record was up to my hips. What I preferred myself, in case of smaller quantities, was to wait for the snow to melt or drive over it with the car a few times. 😀 (After clearing the sidewalk for pedestrians to pass safely, of course. We were obliged by law to do that.)
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