Thursday Doors, December 14 2017

Not only doors today, also windows and walls, but freshly baked. LJ woman reports. Apart from the last door, which you saw in my previous post yet, all of these were taken yesterday after my dentist’s appointment which cost me one tooth, with my mouth numb, wrangling my umbrella, wiping snowflakes off the lens and…

Cin cin, grandpa Janez!

Today celebrates my grandpa Janez, mother’s father, and this is the garden where he taught me how to water the flowers. I’m sorry that I don’t have more photos here, so I’m forced to show you the same ones every year (this was last year). Still, this one is very cute, I might as well…

WPC: Her heritage

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…

January

  What happens when you see a lovely calendar post and decide to do your own. Yesterday I saw a post by Judith at Beyond the Window Box in which she posts one photo from each month of this year. I warned her that I might nick the idea and she agreed. When I started…

WPC: Antipanti-cipation

If you ask me now, the anticipation is obvious: Slovenia is winking at me. Just a little longer. The title stems from an old Slovenian poem by Janez Menart entitled “Antisong”: Anti-avtor je zvrst bebca, anti-avion je ptič. Anti-Pepe, to je Pepca, anti-panti ni pa nič« (1979). In quick translation: “Anti-author is a sort of moron, anti-airplane is…

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…

WPC: Mirrorised

First, a favourite sentence from a favourite recently read book that happens to mention a mirror (and a portly woman). It’s a joke. She was convinced that she was anorexic, because every time she looked in the mirror she did indeed see a fat person. —“Good Omens”, Terry Pratchett & Neil Gaiman And now several photos of…