Dancing daisies are delightful but puffy dandelions are delicious down on the Sarca River near Dro! Happy viewing!
(A few years back, I created for a now defunct poetry blog site a prompt page called – Pixelventures … I’ve been thinking of maybe resuscitating Pixelventures photo prompts sometime in the future … if there’s someone interested in participating .. so, if you’re interested, tell me so in the comments. Ciao for now, Bastet)
Yesterday I took a bike trip to visit with a friend at her family’s “agritour” in Dro, not far from Arco. Unfortunately I got distracted and took only a couple of photographs, which is really a shame because there are many things to snap, including a delightful ginger cat named Heidi … but I plan to return soon!
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I’m so sorry that I’m a bit late today but I’ve been having connection problems again …
Today has been one of those dull rainy days that just sort of dampen your spirit – I’m sure we all know them. On a proper grey day a photograph can come out with a certain sort of dark mysterious character that can be quite inspiring. The pitter-patter of rain falling on the roof on other rainy days can be kind of soothing, but a dull grey wet day without character just kind of seeps into you. So my theme today is:
a moody day
The photo I’m using is of a small plot of land just out back of my house in Bolognano. In Italy, in small villages like the one I live in are a mix between multi-storied old houses (the basement used to be where one kept their animals and still have a stone manger – the top floor was where silk worms used to be raised and so was full of mulberry leaves and stems – The middle floors is where the family lived) and vineyards. The photograph itself is partially blurred by raindrops that fell on the lens.
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There’s something particularly beautiful about swans. If you’ve ever had much to do with swans, you’ll know that they are not really friendly birds, especially in the breeding season. I remember a scene where a Japanese tourist was trying to photograph a family of swans, the male hissed him soundly and when he refused to back off charged the man. Swans are also a symbol of monogamy. When a swan loses its mate, they often refuse to mate again with a substitute (though this is not always true, see the link below) so a lone swan is a sad sight to see, except in the winter when the young are full-grown and off on their own. At this point swans often take some alone time unlike what happens once the brooding urge comes upon them again. I think this is very sensible of the swans but most people don’t realize this and think sad thoughts of separation 😉 .
Today’s theme isn’t about swans though, the swan info and all the meanings we attach to the birds came to mind as I looked at the photo I’ve chosen for today. However not everyone has a handy swan about so today’s theme is:
Your clouds might be the bright fluffy kind, that remind you of animals, or dark brooding kind like just before a storm. There are oodles of things to do with clouds .. and of course they’re not assigned to just one season. Here’s my haiga:
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I’d like to apologize for not commenting and acknowledging your posts. My Internet was spotty all day yesterday, I’m hoping that today things will be different! I’d like to thank all you who have kept participating through thick and thin!
Have a great day and ciao! Bastet
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I’ve survived my birthday celebration and am packing to go for a few days to Padua. The days have been pretty gloomy here in Trentino, and though we do want to be correct and welcome the cold winter with open arms, I admit is was wonderful to feel the warm sun shine down on us yesterday. Talking to friends the other night we calculated that we had approximately 8 days of actual winter weather in our valley. Of course it has been known to snow in March (in May as well as far as that goes) but that’s not a pleasant idea. The air here is extremely dry and the skies sometimes have the oddest colours. Which brings me to today’s theme:
There is a particular feel in the air when a storm is about to blow. Maybe the colour of the sky is odd, maybe it’s too silent – sometimes it’s just something indefinable – a heavy brooding in the air. Then the wind might pick up a little and the sky get darker:
red brooding
no bird song this morning
storm brewing
© G.s.k. ‘16
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Today I’ve decided to write my haiku in Italian …
always further
every day that passes
autumn wind
© G.s.k. ‘16
There are moments that bring back memories … a smell, a sound the feeling of the wind on your face, going to a place where you once went with a loved one who is now gone. Memories are a strange thing, they often don’t reflect the truth of what actually happened, sometimes we “tweak” them and make them more beautiful, sometimes we remember only the worst of an event. Whatever the case may be … most of our experiences are founded in our memories. This morning’s theme will be:
Memories
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Even in a world of chaos there are moments of silence … well not complete silence. If you’ve ever experienced complete silence you know it is like a weight that presses on your ears but even then you still have the sound of your blood swooshing near your ear drum. So … when we say silence we’re taking about something that, unless we are incapable of hearing at all, doesn’t exist. My theme then for today is:
white noise
I see white noise as the sound that sits somewhere in the background. When I lived in Eritrea in my back yard, just off my bedroom, grew three large pepper trees. I used to love to just lay on the bed listening to them. Often they reminded me of the waves of the sea when the wind came up.
This is another photo from the other day (I’ve been rather busy and haven’t had time to go for a walk!):
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Here today I’m using white noise as that indistinct background sound that can be anything from static on the radio to falling rain. But white noise is really something a whole lot more complex! Read HERE
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I went for a brief walk yesterday evening near the River Sarca in the gloaming. The first street lamps had just been lit, in the sky the sliver of this month’s new moon could just barely be seen. All around the valley our mountain tops are at last snow-covered after 5 days of cold precipitation (in Valley it rained) and everyone breathed a sigh of relief though this won’t be enough rainfall to save us from summer drought. Still the air was clean and the sky clear. Today’s theme then is:
Gloaming is that time of day when the sun has actually set, but there’s still some natural light – all around you everything is crepuscular and uncertain but this is a great time to shoot shadows and street lights etc without using your flash. If you try in the darkness, there’s too much contrast so sometimes you get floating blobs of whiteness or just the light and no background. In the gloaming things are also more mysterious and when writing about this time of day you can insinuate the mystery of the passage time … or life. My photograph is purposely put out of focus (sometimes called softened), then zoomed from the centre with an app to obtain an uncertain effect to fit my haiku … here’s the haiga:
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The Sarca in Northern Italy is born in the Adamello-Presanella mountains (Alto Adige) in the Italian Alps and flows through Trentino into Lake Garda , then continues its way as an emissary of the lake becoming the Mincio where it continues it’s voyage into Lombardy.
The river is shallow and fast flowing, passing through the Val di Genova, forming a number of waterfalls, of which Cascina Muta and Saft dei Can are the best known. Before reaching Val Rendena, part of its water is diverted to a hydroelectric power station. Then its flow becomes less and less tumultuous. The main places on the river include Carisolo, Pinzolo, Tione di Trento, Le Sarche, Ponte Arche, Arco and Torboli.
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