If you are a skilled artist – you are really good. In Malmoe yesterday I found these.
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These two, the blue and the red one, are painted on the same house in Malmoe – One long side in red tones, the other one in blue. These two details caught my eye. The frog – look at his eye! The bird I adore as well.
Thinking. Coming back again from Riga, Latvia, and a trip back in time. To my childhood and my cats.
How I loved them…and most of all Måns. Måns was my favourite… and only Mine. He was shocking black, and he lived a short summer at my grandmother’s.
This is not my grandmother’s house…but it could have been…
This is not my grandmother, sitting outside her house, waiting for me…but in my dreams, she still is.
Her cat, Rose (Rosa in Swedish), was rather wild – but I didn’t realise that. I always felt sorry for her…having to stay outside and never coming indoors for some warmth and cuddling. So, one day I let her in.
I should never have done that…I should have listened to my grandmother’s words. Rose went totally wild and scared when let inside. Of course I had closed the door – didn’t want her to disappear out again. But she was in shock and fiercely climbing the curtains, scratching and screaming…
My grandmother came inside and let her out. She never said a word about it…because she knew my heart. This chaos was punishment enough…and I was so ashamed…
Strange, how faded memories come back to you, when triggered by something you somehow recognize or remember. A house, an atmosphere, a tune, a voice, a word, a place…a cat.
And suddenly those old memories seem crystal clear again. They are just lingering there, in the shadowy, hidden corners of your mind…waiting.
And isn’t that just wonderful.
Måns? He disappeared the same day my school started again after that summer vacation. Grandmother told me. He had followed my steps, down the road and away to school. Never to be seen again.
He was charcoal black.
Riga is situated on the river Daugava. 2010 the inhabitants were 706 413, a third of Latvia’s population, and the city is the biggest in the Baltic area.
The header shows a picture of the House of Blackheads. The story about this building starts in the 14th century, when there were three city guilds established: one for craft, one for trade and the third guild of the foreign traders – the Blackheads.
Riga has so much to offer a visitor – in this post I will share some of my favourite impressions from streets and corners – daytime and night time. Later posts will include architecture of old Latvia and of Jurmala – the old seaside resort, now being slowly restored to its former glory after being neglected during the Soviet time.
First out – the puppet theatre, where we were fortunate enough to sneak in and talk to one of the puppeteers. He let us take some photos but wasn’t very English speaking. Very sweet though. We understand that this art form is much more revered in the Baltic countries – they have performances every day.
Visit Ailsa’s and Where’s my Backpack? for more colours and paint! Because there is paint…and there is paint…
An open door in the streets of Riga.
The traditional Russian Doll.
In Rome…anything might happen. This photographer was very dedicated. See more here.
For Cee this week – two man-made men in a staircase. Join in or see more here.
A Memory, for Sylvain Landry. One of the most heartbraking cemeteries I have visited ever – and I have visited many. This is the Jewish cemetery in Warsaw, where thousands and thousands of Jews are resting after the war massacres. Nobody left to care for the graves. Crumbling stones and solemn trees. A tragedy never to be forgotten.
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