Today marks one year since I posted my first post on this blog because my first blog was getting full. A good day to view one’s heritage.
In one year I managed to fill it up with less than 40% of space remaining. Serves me right for always cramming my posts with too many photos. Can’t help it, my selection process is as generous as me.
First we shall have a look at the last two weeks on my blog since I was busy with visitors last weekend, and then I’ll show you what heritage means to me. In the past 14 days:
- My Weekly Photo Challenge post on “Danger!” had to do with smoking, or even better, non-smoking;
- I translated my poet friend’s poem about times that were and added photos from our home-town Ljubljana, Slovenia;
- I stopped the car here in Maremma and took photos from the left window and then from the right;
- on Ljubljana’s V-Day Maya-the-dog found her ball in Rome’s beautiful park Villa Pamphili;
- for last week’s Photo Challenge I made a selection of reflections including one of me on dog;
- street artsy Thursday Doors were all from the same street, Trubarjeva in Ljubljana;
- then visitors arrived and we went to Pereta to eat because New York Times said we must;
- time came for another part of my personal movie madness with short reviews;
- then it was Thursday again and your door catering service reported from Tuscania;
- and the last post showed you how Italy seduces with apparent wholesomeness.
And now, to what I take from my ancestors. My favourite quotation on the subject sums it up beautifully:
Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands.
— Linda Hogan, Native American writer
Many photos will be familiar to those who have stuck with me for a while. With thanks, always.
Photo: © signature mmm (except all b&w + the last one by BM, and “At the demonstration” by unknown)
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Heritage