Weekly Photo Challenge: Community

When I read or hear the word ”community” I immediately think of bees and ants, whose communities are extraordinary interesting. On our week in Spain this autumn, we had an apartement with a terrass/balcony, on which also resided the tiniest ants. So small that they in fact were almost invisible. Until someone dropped a cheese crumb on his way out from the kitchen…

När jag hör eller läser ordet ”community” eller ”samhälle” tänker jag nog först på bin eller myror. De är intressanta varelser och jag och min familj tycker mycket om dem. Till vår stora glädje delade vi lägenhet och terrass med ett litet samhälle minimyror i Spanien. Jag tror knappast att vi hade upptäckt dem om inte någon tappat en ostsmula på väg ut från köket med frukosten…

My spoon left my cup of coffee and ended up beside the ants to make you see their tininess…To see other communities, click here.

Faktiskt är vi så tokiga att vi brukar jämföra myror i olika länder vi besöker, hur stora/små de är och hur de lever. Det kan låta galet, men vi är sådana bara…

I like ants, and so do our whole family. In every country we visit we notice the size of the ants and compare them to ants in other countries. This might sound a bit weird, but that’s the way we are…

Why are they so interesting then? Well, if you peer into the deep recesses of an ant colony, you will discover an extremely well organized community with thousands of workers quietly going about their jobs. Some dig nests while others gather food or tend the young. Remarkably, every chore is done without supervision or direction, and some workers even switch jobs to meet the ever-changing needs of the colony.

How does an insect as tiny as this with a brain smaller than a poppy seed decide to carry out a particular task? The answer,  is that it has less to do with brainpower than with the ant’s extraordinary sense of smell. Scientists have found that, when a parade of patroller ants returns to the nest, their distinctive body odor cues other workers to go out and forage for food. I don’t think that this crumb of cheese had been left on the floor for more than a couple of minutes when I took this photo. And then we should remember that the distance between this crumb inside the apartment and the ant colony below the rail at the rear end of the terrace  must have been – say about 3-4 metres. So, ants use chemicals the way we use sight and sound.

Vad är det som är så intressant med dem då? Jo, hur kan en så liten varelse, med en närmast obefintlig hjärna leva i och sköta ett så välorganiserat samhälle? En del bygger i boet, andra samlar mat och ytterligare andra tar hand om de små nya myrorna. Och detta gör de helt av sig själva. De till och med byter jobb och täcker upp för varandra när så krävs. Forskare har kommit fram till att det är myrornas dofter som leder dem. De använder alltså kemi för att tala om vad som ska göras och var man finner mat. Fotot, med min tesked som storleksmätare, tog jag kanske två minuter efter att smulan tappats, och den låg inne i lägenheten. Myrorna bodde under terrassräcket kanske 3-4 meter bort – utomhus.

Från det vi förstod att vi delade lägenhet med dessa våra minsta, såg vi till att tappa några smulor då och då…och innan vi åkte tillbaka till Sverige fick de levererat en farvälsmulhög att kalasa på – alldeles vid deras egen ingång under terrassräcket.

From the moment we understood we shared apartement with these pleasant little creatures, we made sure to drop some little crumbs every now and then…and when we left for Sweden again, they got a farewell load of crumbs delivered right by their door.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Grand

Grand – a concept with many enterpretations. A moment I will never forget, is when I was walking down this street and first layed eyes on the Aqueduct in Segovia, Spain. In front of me were these two grand old gentlemen too, and I could listen to them discussing everyday problems.

The Aqueduct’s date of construction cannot be definitively determined, but at the end of the 20th century, a German archaeologist managed to determine that actually it was the Emperor Domitian (AD 81-96) who ordered its construction.

The aqueduct transports water from Fuente Fría river, situated in the nearby mountains, some 17 km (11 mi) from the city in the region La Acebeda. It runs another 15 km (9.3 mi) before arriving in the city.

The water is first gathered in a tank known as El Caserón (or Big House), and is then led through a channel to a second tower known as the Casa de Aguas (or Waterhouse). There it is naturally decanted and sand settles out before the water continues its route. Next the water travels 728 m (796 yd) on a one-percent grade until it is high upon the Postigo, a rocky outcropping on which the old city center was built. Then, at Plaza de Díaz Sanz (Díaz Sanz Square), the structure makes an abrupt turn and heads toward Plaza Azoguejo (Azoguejo Square). It is there the monument begins to display its full splendour.

At its tallest, the aqueduct reaches a height of 28.5 m (93 ft 6 in), including nearly 6 m (19 ft 8 in) of foundation. There are both single and double arches supported by pillars. From the point the aqueduct enters the city until it reaches Plaza de Díaz Sanz, it includes 75 single arches and 44 double arches (or 88 arches when counted individually), followed by four single arches, totalling 167 arches in all. The construction of the aqueduct follows the principles laid out by Vitruvius as he describes in his De Architectura published in the mid-first century.

For me, this meeting with the ancient Aqueduct was a truly grand moment.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Unexpected

The WordPress challenge this week is about the unexpected. Walking along the beach I met these two friends where the unexpected had already happened…

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Layers

The word Layers is a very useful word, so many interpretations are possible here. I picked what first came to mind: Flowers and stone.

 096Ranunculus is a wonderful species,  to which also ordinary buttercups belong. But this one, above, is one of the most beautiful specimens I have put in a vase on my table. Its delicate layers in yellow and orange nuances speaks to my senses as few others do.

 2013 446In the mountains you sometimes come across beautiful coloured layers created thousands of years ago. And if you get the chance to get a close-up, they can seem almost like a rainbow.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit

I walk the dogs – or rather, they walk me… and several times a day. That’s a habit I would not want to be without.

Their habit is to dig and to roll in the leaves, and for Mille to run ahead of us, just to be caught up with again by Totti and me.

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Höst

Weekly Photo Challenge: Eerie

Eerie…

Vanås … in the ceiling… moving and changing positions…

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…like a jelly-fish

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While on the floor…

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…and in the corridor on your way out…

Weekly Photo Challenge: Horizon

I’m not much for big cities – for long. I love visiting for a week or two, then I have to go back to the woods and the open air, to breathe.

Horizon. A word of beauty with endless possibilities – how will I be able to choose? I must choose my own country. I must choose the mountains. This feeling leads me to a hike to the Kebnekaise massif, with our highest mountain. Crisp air, silence, walking towards the tiny boat that will take us to – the Horizon.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: The Hue of You

In every respect, these photos are the closest I get in representing The Hue of Me. Colour, motif, light, time of the day. They also represent my greatest Love – Nature.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Infinite

Infinite. I believe everyone has his or her thoughts about its meaning. This gallery contains some of my ideas. I think infinite is a beautiful word, and to me it sounds positive and promising. What do you think? Here are some more interpretations – why don’t you join the conversation?

Weekly Photo Challenge: Good Morning!

My mornings – when the weekend finally is here – are usually Good…especially when the sun is shining in there is a smile on my face. I walk slowly through the rooms, watering my flowers. Alone up and awake. Beautiful silence.

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Morgon

A couple of hours later, I hear my daughter’s bare feet in the stairs. Immediately two tails start drumming heavily…so, she says hello and picks up Mille or Totti and sits talking for a while – to both of them.  They all agree on the fact that life’s worth living…

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Morgon

Then I smile, open the door and walk out into my garden, shoes on my feet now,  to find some herbs and maybe some last flowers to put on the table. Not much is left …and frost has turned green into red and yellow. It’s a good morning.

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Morgon

For many more Good Mornings, click here.