And now for another photo meme

This is from Cee and is entitled: Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Letter E – Needs to have two E’s in the topic word. I head back to Italy and my month long residency in Bari down in the heel of the boot. While I tried to write consistently on the weekdays (until my computer crashed and had to be wiped which is another story), I took short trips on the weekends. My first such outing was to the city of Lecce–look two E’s. Lecce is known for Roman ruins, picturesque churches and a lovely maze of streets.

Here is a photo of one street in Lecce. Even the store Belle Arti boasts two E’s.

Street in Lecce

I am not always able to record where I took a particular photo. Sometimes I’m too tired, hurried or just don’t have anything to write on. This is where Google comes in handy. Just for fun I’m posting an image of the same locale I found on Google Street Maps after looking up the Belle Arti shop.  Pretty cool.  Plus of course, the Google image is so much more interactive.

Galleria Belle Arti--Google Images-001

If you look the other way you can see people waving at the Google car.

People waving at Google car (2)

And for something completely different–from a healthcare rally in Chicago. Healthcare and Medicare have two E’s, of course.

Medicare for All

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Layered

Layered Netting

Layers of netting on a wharf in Bari, Italy.

The Daily Post Weekly Challenge is calling for layers, figurative or literal. Scrolling through my photos pulls back a few layers of unprocessed images.
When I think of layers I think of layers of meaning, layers in a French pastry, geologic layers compressed in rock, layers of stone in an ancient roof, layers of junk in my office (sigh). What comes to your mind?

Stone Roofing

These are the roofs of Trulli, old buildings made from mortarless stone found in Puglia, Italy. Many Trulli are found in the town of Alberobello which is a world heritage site. My landlord while I stayed in Bari told me that many local people use a Trullo as a vacation home (with modern conveniences added) and they are scattered throughout Puglia. Alberobello was a bit touristy for my taste. The countryside nearby was beautiful though.

Alberobello Roofs

Deep is a 4 letter word

Jet Skis on Lake Chelan

Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge of the week is to find photos representing 4 letter words that start with D.  It only took me a few minutes to find door, desk and dock.  After a moment I realized that the docks are on Lake Chelan, Washington state which is noteworthy for being deep–and here I quote Wikipedia:  “With a maximum depth of 1,486 feet (453 m),[5] Lake Chelan is the third deepest lake in the United States, and the 28th deepest in the world. At its deepest, the lake bottom is 388 feet (118 m) below sea level.[8] ”  Chelan is in eastern Washington with one foot in desert hills full of vineyards and fruit orchards and the other at the base of the North Cascades near the northern end of the Pacific Crest Trail.

Moreau's Desk

There is a wonderful desk to be seen in the Musee Gustave Moreau in Paris. Paris has a collection of smaller museums housed in artist’s former homes or studios which have the advantage of being more intimate and less overwhelming and crowded than the large museums such as the Musee d’Orsay and the Louvre. While there may not be the same concentration of great works, these small museums concentrate the work of one artist and are well worth a visit. The Moreau museum is delightful for its Symbolist paintings and for its cluttered walls and rooms. Late in my visit I realized that there were banks of smaller paintings and sketches on the walls and mid-room for browsing.

40 Rue Saint-Georges

Of course, being in Paris, I took a lot of pictures that day including a few of doors. I wish I could build a door like these into my house in Chicago.

House of Francois Mignet

Francois Mignet, a historian of the French Revolution, lived in this house. He is mentioned in the book, Memorable Paris Houses, printed in 1893, which is available for free at this link. I need to check out this book a bit more when I have time. I do so love the internet!

C is for….

I am posting from my phone so this will be a bit chaotic.    I am on the road, driving my son from Seattle to his new home in San Diego.  Road trip!!!  Here are a few highlights from the trip with detours.

Canada geese heading south.

Chehalis, Washington

Columbia River–as the song goes:

Roll on Columbia, roll on,

Your power is turning our darkness to dawn….

Apple logo on Chelan Falls, Washington

For Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Photo a Week Challenge: Literary Reference

Small Towns

Well, this photo challenge appeals to my inner geek. But which photos to select? Ah, yes, Iowa City which happens to be a Unesco City of Literature. I love how this small city has made a home for great writing and writers. Not Rome, Paris, New York but Iowa City. Good for them. Among the highlights are the metal plates inset into the road with wonderful quotes. I am embarrassed to admit I do not know these authors. The artist who created the plaques is Gregg LeFevre. Apparently there are 49, although I didn’t photograph all of them. The days when I was there were very bright and hot so the images are not the best.

Glancing up at the skies

A Cold Current Called History

Poetry all over

My river runs to thee

I was editing some old photos and found some images from Puglia, Italy which incorporated poems, translated into Italian and painted on crates on a wall. The site couldn’t have been more beautiful–an ancient abbey on the coast near Polignano a Mare. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson and Leonard Cohen hanging out together.

Come un ucello

This recalled to me another poem, on another wall–this one in Paris–Arthur Rimbaud’s Drunken Boat (Le Bateau Ivre) “longs for Europe of ancient parapets.”

Je regrette L'Europe

It feels like poetry week, somehow. I am currently on the road again, visiting family in Seattle after seeing last week’s eclipse in Oregon and spending a few days in Chelan, Washington. While taking a walk in the neighborhood, I was gifted with a poem from a miniature house–like a Little Free Library, but for poetry. I almost expected a tiny vial saying “Drink me.” Thanks to a stranger for a bit of Wendell Berry.

Open Me

Woods

I finish with part of the Whitman poem, “Song of the Open Road.”

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.

Happy travels, by road or trail, through woods or city.

Bucket List

So Many Buckets

Do you have a bucket list? The term didn’t seem to be in use when I was a young woman, although I certainly had unfulfilled dreams back at the time. Now those dreams reside on a bucket list and it is has recently been influenced by the experience of aging. It has an aura of use-it-or-lose-it or now-or-never about it. After all, I just turned 56. Life seems too short to spend it at work and I feel my body and brain getting older almost by the day. The clock is ticking and this post is feeling cliche-driven. To use another cliche, c’est la vie!

Vintage Clock

Today my back is hurting, just a muscle pull, nothing permanent or serious but it adds to the irony that I have been searching out mountain peaks to summit on the internet. I may have summited some smallish mountain during a hike when I was a child but if so the details are lost to memory. I have a vague recollection of a climb when I was very young and on a day that I contracted a mild case of whooping cough. The fever may have contributed to the memory fail.

The Mountain is Out

My long term dream has been to summit Mt. Rainier in Washington state, all 14,000 plus feet of it. It is no Everest and not a technical climb but still…. I’m not even sure I can handle the altitude, much less the steep climb, glacier and other physical challenges. I may compromise and try out a lesser mountain. I even created a “Bucket List” on Pinterest with candidates. “Pinned” mountains include Baker, Adams and St. Helens of varying degrees of difficulty. I am far less likely to fail at them and less likely to die too.
Not all my bucket list items are mountains, although some require long hikes– Pacific Crest Trail and similar. Here too I may need to compromise with section hikes or tamer trails. Trekking in the Himalayas is another dream expedition.

Storage area in Pompei

This year I checked off one dream location–I made it to Pompei. What a place! I didn’t spend enough time there as it was a stop off on a hurried road trip but it was amazing and unexpected in so many ways. That was the same trip to Italy that checked off at least part of another box–living abroad for the first time since studying in Paris in 1980. I was “only” in Italy a month on a self-declared sabbatical but it scratched the itch.
Long posts get boring so I may continue detailing my list at a later date. Feel free to comment on your bucket lists.