Today celebrates my sister who might be waiting for a station just like some people wait for trains. What is it going to be? I invite you to open up your eyes and see the sign, chosen from the ones below. ¿Qué pasa por la calle?
Near Cala Violina, Tuscany
Orvieto. Photo: You!
Orbetello. Photo: You again
Scarlino. This and other photos: MM
Tanti auguri and I wish you much esperanza of the kind that never dies.
I was just thinking how time flies. It’s Thursday again already! I’m getting better at it, though: I have only one photo of a Grosseto door to show, or so I thought, which I took thinking of this challenge but obviously I STILL haven’t learnt how to take a door photo head on so that the lines would appear straight.
Obviously it’s never just one photo with me.
The thing is I kept noticing certain curiosities. First there was the pigeons and their headhopping game:
And then I was intrigued by the letters found on another photo which I haven’t noticed there when taking the photo.
What? It was hot.
And then I remembered my amore whispering to me: “Take a photo of that broken chain.”
And after making sure that the inscription is to say that time flies just as horses in a race, it all becomes clear: Time has broken the chain, escaped and is now loose.
Therefore all, beware of time lost. It might hit you on the head when you least expect it.
For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.