Orange and green, says Cee.
- Roma + oranges
- Roma + bananas!
- Capalbio + little orange balls
- Bernardin + mom’s wishlist flowers
- Montalto di Castro + catchilling
- Capalbio Scalo + Burano Lake
- Motovun (Croatia)
Photo: MM
Photo: MM
I see something special and show it to the camera. A picture is produced. The moment is held until someone sees it. Then it is theirs.
—Sam Abell (quote reblogged from This, That and the Other Thing)
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Every Thursday I post a few for Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge (here are all my entries and the featured photo is from one of them) but I liked posting doors (and windows) even before I’d learnt of it.
And before having this blog, I assembled so many Pinterest doors that I had to put them onto a dedicated board, together with arches, windows and stairs (none of these are my photos).
I embrace this opportunity to post all my recently taken doors photos for this week’s WPC so that I’ll take new ones even more gladly.
And since it’s today that Jim Morrison died in Paris 44 years ago, I will sprinkle my favourite Morrison lyrics abundantly around like you wouldn’t believe. You did ask for it. 🙂
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticksPlant them
They will grow
Watch them waver soI’ll always be
a word-man
Better than a birdman
I see you live on Love Street
There’s this store where the creatures meet
I wonder what they do in there
Summer Sunday and a year
I guess I like it fine, so far
We’re perched headlong on the edge of boredom
We’re reaching for death on the end of a candle
We’re trying for something
That’s already found us
—
Give us a creed
To believe
A night of Lust
Give us trust in
The Night
The music and voices are all around us
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream come with us
Everything is broken up and dances
Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower. I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
Morning found us calmly unaware
Noon burn gold into our hair
At night, we swim the laughing sea
When summer’s gone
Where will we be
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
—
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant family
Photo: MM
Lyrics: Jim Morrison / The Doors
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Door.”
The photo above was shot towards the end of April, whereas the ones below were taken yesterday.
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For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.
First let’s take four from Isola del Giglio.
And here there are four in one. And these two are heading towards each other. We should tell them.
Then let’s take three from Roma.
Add a few single ones.
And after that we can return home.
Photo: MM
For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.
No vivid filters were harmed in the making of these images.
Trilateral tarok tournament in Tournament Street in Ljubljana, flags, from left: of Slovenia, Ljubljana city, Italia.
Photo: MM
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Vivid.”