I’m trying to go through all my photos from the year so far. Maybe this is the year I’ll finally manage to do that — usually I begin and then get distracted by a photo and start working on it rather than completing the task.
And gee, that happened again when I landed on this photo! But hey, I made it all the way to May 17 before stopping. That’s not too bad. Right?
I hesitate posting photos that include a child, but in this instance I’m going to go ahead with it. Because it just makes me smile and I find it all very sweet. If someone thinks I’m wrong in doing so please feel free to tell me: I might take it down, I might not. We shall see. Truth is, I could disappear the young one quite easily what with all the tools now in Lightroom, but the way she is standing and the way the other “red hat girl” is standing just sort of make this image for me. I also have another where you can see the face of “red hat girl” but I actually prefer this one.
Normally I get home from a long trip, get all my photos (both iPhone and Fuji) on to Lightroom, and then pretty much forget about them. Some years later I’ll have a look-see and wonder why I never revisited the images but I’m fairly sure it’s mostly that the trip is over so I move on to the next big thing and neglect the poor, lonely images.
This time I”m attempting to at least look at a few things each day, thus the photos of the cyclist on Graffiti Street and the peacock feather image. Today I’ll bring you another bike. I know I won’t post daily: there is only so much I can manage in one day with this brain ‘o mine. But when I have time, I’ll attempt to get something up here that somehow makes me smile, or ponder … or maybe even roll my eyes (no, nothing has done that so far).
Or something like that, anyway. (And yes, I know many would argue with that, but just let me run with it for now.)
When Dan and I were in Ghent we visited “Graffiti Street”. It really was as colorful as you might expect, and quite fun to see. As we were walking through a cyclist suddenly came toward us. I had my iPhone in hand — but it wasn’t open at the moment — and I quickly hit the little camera icon that appears at the bottom right of it. I had to work so quickly I got all of one shot in, not knowing if it would work at all.
May I saw that it worked?! I think so, in any case.
Dan is usually the one to catch stuff like this. But it was my turn. And I’m rather proud of myself (in the most humble of ways, of course.)
Graffiti Street Cyclist, 6.3.25
(And yes, I will post this at my travel site as well.)
I’m not sure when we’ll get back to Italy, but I sure enjoy looking at photos from past visits. A friend is there now, which caused me to think about posting this.
I must admit I’m always surprised to see bikes that have locks on them, but that are locked to … well … nothing, aside from the bike itself! Do that in some places and the bike would be stolen in a heartbeat: thieves can easily break that chain with the right equipment!
While we travel we do a lot of walking. Rarely do we use public transportation in cities, in fact. When you walk you see so much that you would miss if you went faster. Besides, we like to walk! This was spotted while in Florence. I didn’t know the name Renato Carosone, but I had to snap a photo.
Renato Carosone, 8.28.16
Well of course I had to look him up. And then I had to listen to this song!
First I found this, but you can’t see it on my page, you have to go to YouTube.
Here he is in 1998:
Rough translation:
You wear pants with a logo on the back and a little hat has its visor pointed up You go cruising thru Toledo like a gangster, looking for attention.
You want to be like an American, mericano, mericano… Listen to me, how can you do that? You want to live in (high) fashion, but if you drink whisky and soda and then you have a long hangover You dance rock and roll You play baseball but who gives you the money for your Camels? Your momma’s purse! You want to be like an American mericano, mericano … but you were born in Italy! Listen to me, there’s nothing you can do okay, Napolitan! You want to be like an American, You want to be like an American! Who can people that love you understand you if you speak half American? When you make love under the moon, how come you say “I love you”? You want to be like an American, mericano, mericano
Someone online had written about a restaurant in Siena, and the place sounded familiar so I wound up in my 2016 folder, looking to see if we had eaten there. Turns out we didn’t, but that took me down the 2016 rabbit hole. Oh my goodness, do I have a lot of awful photos from that trip! I think I was trying to snap things quickly so as not to bother family members or something. So much out of focus, and what was I thinking, always lagging behind everyone and taking photos from that perspective? All I see are a whole lot of rear ends and no faces. Crazy me.
But I am now in Radda, and I’m finding some things there I am enjoying. This particular image is just because the window caught my eye … maybe you can figure out why.
All Wrapped Up, 8.27.16
I think I’ll spend some time in 2016 and see what else I find. Mostly it is just so much fun to be reminded of a fabulous Emerson family trip!