Ben Huberman says at:
This week, share a photo that channels a living tradition, whether it’s your own or someone else’s.
I do not know if it was my father who started the photo scrapbook
or if my grandmother/father had started it.
After both, my parents had passed my
younger sister gave me the following scrapbook
as an heirloom.
Family tree written by my father.
My young grandparents from my fathers side
Whether it’s water or some other reflective surface, what have you seen recently that has changed your perspective on the view?
A while ago I took photos of a rehabilitation hospital which has been closed because of many obstacles that made the running of it impossible.
I could not go inside and had to take photos through the dirty windows.
My thoughts ran away with me when I saw the empty rooms;
empty rooms used twenty-five years ago for helping addicted people.
Reflections from me on the outside windows.
There are dangers in New Zealand we can’t predict.
Nature works on its own.
Sea, wind, rain, storms, earthquakes, cyclones…
Today I went shopping in one of our supermarkets.
The entrance looked like this!
This looks dangerous!
Here the walls of the shop are strengthened to protect it against strong earthquakes.
Look out! This week’s challenge is about the unexpected thrill of danger: says Michelle W
David W at WordPress asks this week:
Have you travelled anywhere exciting lately? This week, let’s see where you’ve been.
Join in the fun!
First visit to Zimbabwe
Our hotel at Victoria Falls
First sight of Victoria Falls at sun rise
Baobab tree and street vendors.
Statue of Livingston
Mighty Victoria Falls
The Zambesi was very dry due to the drought.
We crossed the bridge between Zimbabwe and Zambia.
The helicopter which flew us over the Vic falls.
Zilephone made from horns.
Sun-set trip on Zambesi River.
We had a boat trip on the Chobe River and saw many elephants.
The last sunrise over the Victoria Falls.
The mist that thunders.
Earth Day is near! This week, let’s celebrate this planet on which we live.
On the way from Wellington to Nelson.
Flying back to Wellington.
Windmills on the hills.
Mother earth has so much to give.
Do we really appreciate?
This week, share your take on “dense” — you could focus on a natural landscape like I did, or take the theme in a different direction, from a sweaty crowd at a rock concert or a busy avenue during rush hour to a fresh loaf of bread, waiting for someone to take the first bite.
Says Ben Huberman at-
Last weekend I had the opportunity to fly from Wellington, NZ North Island to Nelson NZ, South Island. It was very cloudy when we left Wellington.
A memoir (from French: mémoire: memoria, meaning memory or reminiscence) is a collection of memories that an individual writes about moments or events, both public or private, that took place in the subject’s life. The assertions made in the work are understood to be factual.
Since 2012 I have been writing my Memoirs for a writing group here in Upper Hutt called
“It’s write easy,” I am going to share some of my writing under MEMOIRS here on my blog. I hope you the reader will enjoy reading it and some comments or tips would be appreciated.
The past week the Photo challenge on The Daily post was THE ROAD TAKEN.
Here is my take on it.
THE ROAD TAKEN
Life is like a road. Sometimes an endless uphill one, or an open, straightforward road. Sometimes there are bumps and sometimes smooth as velvet or silk.
The road I had taken in my early years of teaching and then marriage had lovely open ways but also many high mountains to cross. Lucky for me I had an excellent Driver during hard rides.
My first twenty-six years I went with the family flow. School, studies and for four years after qualifying I had the opportunity to be at home with my parents.
1972 I spread my wings and took the road to Potgietersrus today Mokopane. I had thirteen good years there. Love bit me, and my wedding followed. I moved to Secunda. My marriage route was most of the time fantastic but, the road wasn’t smooth at all at the end. After thirteen years in Secunda, I packed my car again and followed the road back to Potgietersrus.
Another thirteen years went by until my next big move to Upper Hutt. The road to New Zealand was also not plain sailing at times. In 2010 I had to travel back to South Africa because my permanent Residency did not come through in time. Going back gave me another opportunity to take the road, by bus, through Botswana and Zimbabwe again. I could also take a trip down memory lane to where I grew up.
Today after being in Upper Hutt for eight years I don’t think that there will be another move again.
One never knows where your life road goes. Trust is very crucial when one takes an unknown road/way…
Meaning: If you do something against all odds, or against all the odds, you do it even though there were many problems and it didn’t seem possible to do. For example: He had a serious accident and was close to death but, against all odds, he recovered and now he’s fine.
Against the Odds
An unexpected victory? A snapshot of an unlikely moment? This week, show us something that defies the odds.
My dog Trompie thought that he was going to be attacked by this colourful cockerel.
Stretching his neck and creeping nearer the cock against all odds did not move!
Starting today, weekly photo challenges will be up on Wednesdays (instead of Fridays). Challenges are still weeklong, so the next one will be posted on Wednesday, February 15. Happy camera-snapping! Says Cheri at:
Come and join in the fun each week. This week take a photo of a
Ambience has the power to uplift your mood. What have you photographed with exceptional ambience? says Jeff at
I had the oppertunity to house sit for two weeks up in the hills on a farm. Most of the time the weather was not good to e outside but one evening was clear and beautiful.
I took these photos because the atmosphere and evening was just a pefect moment.