I love seeing things from above, and the first picture is from my neighbourhood, Hovdala. The little toy tractor in the autumn harvest.
Rome and the view of the bridge leading to Castel Angelo.
In an aeroplane the view is of course even more impressive. The Alps make me long for snow this winter.
But, my all time favourite for this theme is of course this photo: https://lagottocattleya.wordpress.com/2013/07/13/weekly-photo-challenge-the-golden-hour/
For more of the theme Above, click here.
First of all I would like to thank you, Cee, for being featured last week! I’m honoured!
This week is a bit more grim…for Joints I cannot stop thinking of my visit to Rome and the Crypt of the Capuchins.
My reaction on entering this ossuary, was at first a bit violent…but after walking the thirty metre long corridor with all niches decorated with human bones and skulls, the hanging lamps made of vertebrae and whole skeletons standing watch – I got used to it and could almost admire the fantastic patterns once made by the monks. I read somewhere that the bones of about 4000 monks were used to build this scenery, starting in the 17th century and finished not until the end of the 19th century.
”What you are now, we once were; what we are now, you shall be.” This is the memento mori written down here, in three languages.
As no one was allowed to take photos, I bought some cards and photographed them instead. This is the Crypt of Skulls.
Ailsa´s travel theme is Colourful, and this is exactly what we need at this time of the year – thank you! Here we go!
I love doors and everything on them…so for Cee’s challenge, I have some Roman doors. All collected two weeks ago.
Belonging could mean many things…For Ailsa, I had to think…
I guess you know by now that I love plants and flowers, trees and – Nature itself. Ferns are some of the very special species on earth and come in many different shapes. I love spring when they peek their curled heads up from solid ground, and I love to see them slowly unfolding their fascinating faces – always hidden in the shadows.
I grow ferns as pot plants to be able to love them through winter as well. And two winters ago I had one of my old dreams come true – I went with my whole family to New Zealand, the land of the silver fern. The koru (Maori for ”loop”) is a spiral shape based on the shape of a new unfurling silver fern frond and symbolizing new life, growth, strength and peace. It is an integral symbol in Maori art, and naturally I bought a koru pendant in jade for myself. I wear it with love, joy and pride. New Zealand will always have a special place in my heart.
So, my son, who works with graphic design, made this picture for me – I hope you will enjoy it as much as I do.
More style – food!
Clothes and accessories
Art, toys and peculiarities
Necessary beauties…
Old remedies…
It’s hard not to be impressed by the Italians. Everything they do, they do with style. In style. And they all look gorgeous…slim, long-legged women and smart men in sunglasses…Tasty food, great monuments, history seeping through their every stone.
A little taste of this is for stylish dogs too…
Three lovely friends – who were allowed into any shop, it seemed…but they were completely natural! In fact I didn’t see a single dog wearing any of these crazy outfits…
…ballerina? Fur coat? Or…a new necklace perhaps?
Or, why not a new sweater and a pair of jeans…
Honestly…this is ridiculous. Buy a doll. Naked Chinese Crested and some other breeds might need clothes, and sometimes I wish Totti had a raincoat because his fur never dries after a walk in heavy rain…but No.
Cell phones…love and hate, communicator and destroyer of Real communication…
Walking from early morning to late night in this eternal city – Rome – I noticed that an important piece of that special mood and atmosphere … is in its people. I was surprised to see how many men and women who actually were just sitting, silently reading a book or a paper – or just contemplating. Life. Stillness. Movement. Not only old people were engaged in this…yes, I admit to feeling a spark of hope and joy every time. Maybe 95 per cent were either playing with their phones or eating …but…Maybe the Book will not die, Maybe…there is still Hope for us to Slow Down and Feel. Just letting go, and just Be.
A story of – Descent.
I have just returned from Rome, and a trip back in history to the once lively old seaport of Rome, Ostia Antica. This was ”the mouth” of the River Tiber, but due to silting it now lies 3 kilometres from the sea. The theatre, once double the hight of these remains – is still, today, a beauty. Three hours of walking through the whole area of magnificently preserved buildings with frescoes and mosaics, listening to birds singing and the old stones telling their silent story – is time well spent.
Leya 
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