Too old to turn, too hot to brain

On Saturday I visited the sunflowers and then hopped to Orbetello on a 40°C brain-frying shopping spree. I’ve been meaning to visit the sunflowers again, truly, on an afternoon this time, expecting them to be turned my way, seeing that on June 16th at 10 am they were stubbornly showing me their backs. This post…

Rotating suns

“Girasoli” in Italian. The suns that rotate. Amore tells me that this is only true when they are young. Once old they become too stiff to turn with the sun. I think these are quite new, the season is starting. This is the first field I find this year. And my friend decided to become…

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…