Modelling in spare time. Vatican. Photo: a © signature mmm production

If there is any follower left who isn’t yet aware of my new blog, please let’s move over here for more moments to spare, new time to waste and more positive presence (I’ve been called thus by a blogger, thank you, Nick).

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Spare

Tonight Papa visited my blog in my dreams with his official account and commented that he loved churches, monasteries and Italy. Taken two weeks ago for Roma’s birthday in Vatican. Photo: a © signature mmm production

Thursday Doors, April 28

One CAN get overdoored. It happened to me in the last four days.

Doors were attacking me left and right. When sorting the photos I got so overwhelmed that I almost missed the deadline for this week’s Norm’s Thursday Doors. Here is just a teaser: one door from every place that we visited.

We started out with a day in Rome: here the Embassy of Slovenia in Vatican.

The next day it was Pitigliano first.

Then it was a hike to (the wrong) one of the Via Cave where a door was the last thing I expected.

And we ended in Sovana not on foot as intended.

Day three, the monastery at Monte Argentario

Porto Santo Stefano

Porto Ercole

Orbetello

The WWF Oasis Lake Burano headquarters

Capalbio

The last day started with Civitella Maritima.

It continued with Siena with its magnificent cathedral. Wonderful visitors minded bestia for me throughout. Thank you!

And to finish off the door odyssey: Abbey of St. Antimo.

Photo: a © signature mmm production

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

WPC: Abstract feet do not hurt

Standing in the crowd for the mass in surrounded and triple-checked Vatican – not quite as abstract.

Photo: a © signature mmm production

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: Abstract

Since I’ve only taken two panoramas in my life, I call my sister to the rescue. She has at least three, and they rock. I’m not sure if they are supposed to be so… tiny. Anyway, Sylvain wants them for his challenge and here they are. First both of mine:

Largo di Santa Susanna in Roma

Il giardino dei tarocchi.

Photo: a © signature mmm production

And these are my sister’s:

Vatican

Inside the Pantheon, Roma

Porto Ercole

Photo: Klu

For Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK 40: Panorama

SL-WEEK 33: Roman stare-cases

And so I came to Roma for the first time. It was late August 2012. Here are a few staircases from there and then taken with my old and first digital camera.

First the same staircase from the bottom looking up twice, to flash or not to flash.

And then the Vatican Museum, just to show Sylvain I’ve got it too :), the Stadio dei marmi, and of course, the Spanish steps.

For Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK 33: Stairs

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It is hard for me to discuss pride, especially of having done well. I had a kind of Stendhal syndrome, or what Wiki tells me is called hyperkulturemia visiting the places below. And what I feel viewing the images I captured there is as close to pride as I’ve ever come. No matter how little I had to do with it. Other than come and click. That’s why the title of this post is Pridem. In my language it means Coming.

Pisa

Vatican museum

Colosseum, Roma

Pantheon, Roma

Ponte Vecchio, Firenze

Piazza Anfiteatro, Lucca

Lucca Cathedral

Pitigliano

Orvieto Cathedral

Photo: MM

For Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK 27: Pride

WPC: Victory is peace

Victory is not when one side wins over the other.

Victory is when there is no war.

The Grotto, a dripstone wall at Wallenstein gardens, Prague

Memorial to I. WW victims, Roma

Roma

Trastevere, Roma

Constitutional Wall, Gianicolo hill, Roma

From the roof

Vatican Walls

Photo: MM

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Victory.”

SL-WEEK 11: Flare a.k.a sun in the lens

Capalbio

Orbetello dog park

Capalbio beach selfie

Sovana cathedral

Vatican, St. Peter’s

From the roof

Photo: MM

For Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK 11: Flare challenge

WPC: Look where you’re going

There is a poem from my childhood. It describes a little girl walking and her mother telling her not to look left, not to look right, not to look up, not to look down. So the little girl closes her eyes. So the little girl falls. “Why did you fall, little girl?” I like to look no matter what they tell me. Down as well as up.

If I look down, there is a variety of things to see. We can hop from one to the other easily.

Let us count what all I see when I look down: This is in Il giardino dei tarocchi

Most usually it’s bestia, no doubt about that.

From bestia to flowers. In Piran.

From flowers to me.

And back to flowers.

From flowers to clover.

Staying green: when mould starts to cover everything. Early November in southern Tuscany

When the ground dries out. On top of Ljubljana Castle in August.

Eye-catching pattern. In Porto Ercole, I think.

The sea! I see it from closer up a lot too but without the camera. In Piran.

Leaf shadows in Bomarzo’s Monster Garden.

Stuff. Capalbio beach in the winter.

Happy feet on sand.

Happy feet on grass.

Happy feet and love stones and home-made bread.

The witch and the shells (Can hear her already: “Why am I the witch again?”)

So that it’s the wizard too. New pavement in Ljubljana’s Slovenska street.

One of the most impressive impressions from my first visit of Roma needs a separate gallery – various floors:

In St. Peter’s

In Pantheon

In the Vatican Museum

And when I’m looked at and for like that, I don’t mind being the one who is beneath one’s feet either.

Photo: MM

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Beneath Your Feet.”