Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, don’t complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Don’t bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live! /Bob Marley/
Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song, and all about you will be beauty. There is a way out of every dark mist, over a rainbow trail. /Robert Motherwell/
I bet some of you were quite surprised by this post a few days ago, I was myself! As I wrote in my book, my visit to Portugal was a deeply personal one, full of local savours and that something extra that feeds the soul and gives us a little more zest in our step.
hidden between dunes
rising towers of sand castles
Regarding those Portuguese fishermen I mentioned for my Butterfly Thy Name book research a couple of days ago, here are some more details…
A sunny spring day in Porto…a cup of a lovely brew at a rustic café table right across the beach. And masculinity of Portuguese fishermen…doing what they do best…
slipping through sand
delicate waves enfold boat
power of last thrust
Senses still tickle after returning from ‘research’ 😉 in Portugal for my book…
My challenge is my passion – a photo you have taken and a quote, attributed to its author, and of course related to your image. Every week on Sunday I will post a new prompt.
My apologies for a sudden “empty week” in between – for personal reasons it was difficult to get to blogging.
I want to thank my fellow bloggers who have already become a part of this challenge. Everyone’ s welcome to join! All you have to do is:
– create a post of your own with the title Ese’s Weekly Shoot & Quote Challenge – Empty;
– include a link to this post also for others to find you.
Let your ideas flow and enjoy! Ese
Prompt 25 – EMPTY
There is no such thing as an empty space or an empty time. There is always something to see, something to hear. In fact, try as we may to make a silence, we cannot. /John Cage/
I can’t wait to see where this prompt will take you…
Ed from Sunday Stills inspires us to concentrate on bridges this week – including overpasses, foot bridges, train bridges, even guitar bridges.. I walked down the memory lane, looking for those particular structures over troubled or not so troubled water…
We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are. /Anais Nin/
My walk down the memory lane among statues, sculptures and everything else…
Rub the…piglet’ s snout! Firenze, Italy
A lost troll somewhere in Norway
The two years old future king Håkon Håkonson being carried across the mountains the winter of 1206 in Lillehammer, Norway
Ten o’ clock postman, bring me his letter… Porto, Portugal
Once upon a time in Rome…need I say more?
All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move. /A.Lord Tennyson/