So, we are asked to show an edge of some kind. Late in the evening in Lerma, Spain, I just opened up to have a look at the evening light – and there he was!
Why do many of us love things with history, crafted things with ”life” inside – more than the newest of new? We know that we cannot stop development and the growing cities, but my heart aches when everything old is falling apart and being replaced with – what? Soulless machine made things, gigantic glass houses …and more.
As I was walking north, out of the restored Old Town Vilnius, the typical wooden houses appeared again – and I had been waiting for them. In Uzupis we saw some, but now their full glory hit me. Planted in lush gardens, they were also home to several cats and dogs.
The houses may be dilapidated, but the owners’ love of fruit and berries, flowers and details like colours and lace curtains…
…bring gracefulness and beauty to any worn down house. This is what life was in the old days. Now they are all living in the shadows of glass giants and heavy traffic. And, soon they will all be gone, the houses and their inhabitants, and all that is left will be some photos and maybe glimpses in old people’s memories.
Hiding or being camouflaged – maybe this gentleman is doing both? Our eyes met under the souk ceiling in Marrakesh.
Click here for more inspiration.
I often have the neighbours’ cat sitting in my old apple tree, waiting to catch a bird or two. I usually chase him away – but not yesterday…
I was out in the garden, weeding and giving some new soil to my flower beds, when something in the big hawthorn tree caught my eye.
I got my camera out and zoomed in the strange bird in the magpie nests…
Not afraid of heights…hanging between the two nests…
…taking the leap across…
…and back again. But the magpies were gone – too late for the party!
Mr Stealth sat pondering the situation for some seconds…
…and decided to leave.
And so he did – as elegantly as only a cat can do.
Why did I not chase him away then? Not only for the photo series…but because I do hate those magpies. They may be beautiful to look at, but they multiply each year and they eat all my little summer birds. When they are ready to leave their houses – the magpies are waiting for them. Only for a few seconds the little ones’ eyes see this magical world.
Pets – our greatest friends! My two guys, Mille and Totti, digging a hole together, and my friend’s cat, Hoho in his sofa.
Join in or visit Cee for more pets!
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.
Meet Hoho – the stray cat who adopted two elderly humans and …
…I hear you…
So…, did you say something? Yes, I live here…mostly under the house. And I will find you whenever you come visiting…
I get food from you, gentle people, as well…you put it under the house for me. I stay here through wintertime too. So grateful I found you – and I adore these soft cushions you put in the sofa when you visit me!
Why Hoho, then? Well, that is what humans in this country say when they call out to someone they cannot see…Hoho, are you there?
Jag har själv ingen katt, så när jag får chansen på morrhår hos en vän – tar jag den, trots att det är för mörkt! Tusse heter han.
I do not have a cat of my own – so this is a ”borrowed” one for whiskers! Too little light, but a lovely cat. His name is Tusse.
Leya 
Du måste vara inloggad för att kunna skicka en kommentar.