WPC: Cha-cha-chaos

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!

Luckily, the snow melts somewhere else. 😉

This is even more chaos-like and it’s all our doing.

The chaos of ingredients and tastes, or a perfect salad? (I wish to confirm that this was the full meal without bread, french fries or anything like that.)

A serene scene or a chaotic hunting-ground? The latter, if you ask the blades of grass.

Yesterday I hopped to Niki’s Tarot Garden for a short while due to chaotic weather, and confirmed that I wouldn’t last in her living-room for more than an hour.

Another scene from the Garden from another time (for more info see the previous post): the Death and the chaos beneath her.

Sometimes we help death a lot.

Rocca Aldobrandesca in Sovana, Etruscan fortification from the 11th Century: chaos or merely passage of time?

It could turn to chaos in somebody else’s hands. 🙂

Nature winning over the chaos that the fire left behind. Argentario peninsula four years ago.

The chaos of nature having fun. I could lie about where this is, couldn’t I? Actually, it’s in the middle of a Mittel-European capital. Ljubljana, Slovenia.

Controlled nature can still be a bit chaotic, if you let Italians do it. Piazza Navona, Roma.

Or they simply hang up plastic bits and call it autumn feast. We caught a Balkan street group performing in Monticello Amiata under these. It was fun.

The sea has its own definition of chaos. I didn’t even know how much until I saw the Pacific ocean. This is our Tyrrhenian Sea though.

It can still get a little naughty sometimes.

This is a peculiar image. A beer bottle in primary school would surely wreak chaos, no? In this case, however, the school was being used as a location for an adult card tournament during the weekend. Only in Slovenia.

Uncle looking forlorn in the chaos of Siena. Until he spotted me.

The result of the chaos that is walking all day around Roma. We look stuck. Photo: MC

But the real chaos is having a rapper mom, don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. 😉

…or learning that this man from Roma – who is afraid of snow so much – knows how to skate. I didn’t believe him, he had to demonstrate. 😀 (BTC, Ljubljana)

Photo: a © signature mmm production (+ the one of us by MC)

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Chaos