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