
Silent Sunday


In Dublin there are many capturing buildings, but never did I imagine myself trying to photograph shopping centres…and with such relish.
St Stephen’s Green felt like a rather newly built, modern place, with all the light and all the windows I could dream of.
So, we went inside to explore. And I truly found a dream of white and green – the same fresh green colour dominating many of the interior decorations we saw in Ireland.
Quite the cake! We walked through the whole building and found the architecture fresh and matching in every detail.
Then we walked up to one of Dublin’s oldest shopping centres, Powerscourt. I wanted to see the old mahogany staircase – original from the 18th century.

Live piano music filled the air with dreams from another century…
But nowhere was the mahogany staircase to be found. We marvelled at old hat shops and new hat shops, colourful furniture, jewellery stores and old, wooden floors. Where was the staircase? When we had given up trying – we finally found it on our way out, at the back of the store.

In the 18th century…the wood carvers were very skilled. The smooth feeling of the wood, the beauty of colour and shine, the intricate patterns… I wonder how long it took them to finish this magnificent staircase.
I guess I loved both shopping centres – but only in one of them had a kindred soul.
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Letters W or X
An attempt to get both W and X in one picture – a watercolour by Carl Larsson.
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My grandmother could mend any damaged or wanting tree or bush in her large garden. Anything touched by her loving hands would live and flower again.
This may be a simple pelargonia, but a living heritage from my beloved grandmother. She treasured her flowers very much, and used to get cuttings from old friends and relatives. I inherited all grandmother’s pelargonias, about 15 plants, and I am proud to have preserved them for 30 years now. This particular white one was her favourite – White Mårbacka. I have also got a powerful red one and from the start I also had an orange variety. Sadly, I have lost that orange one – I hope she forgives me…
She had these plants in all her windows, and I learned, already as a little child, how to prune them and plant cuttings. My guess is that these flowers date back at least 60-70 years, or more. A living remembrance of my grandmother, Signe. I talk to them and think of her.

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: All One Color
House façades are interesting, and so are ”ground façades” – these almost of the same colur. The house in Spain and the ground in Morocco.
– but in the header, Spring Green is a must!
In glorious evening light, no wind, and a summer softness in the bird cherry scented air – we heard him…the Nightingale. This long, cold and dry Spring unveiled its soft heart and let Totti and me enjoy the first taste of summer. And my son turned 25. A blessed day.

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