I live somewhere in Europe and as you know the continent is full of beautiful places, historical buildings, breathtaking landscapes and awe-inspiring nature. I could have chosen any of those but I thought which of those you have never seen before? And after a time landmarks tend to either look like or blend with each other or become so familiar people just scroll down when they see them.
So, today I have chosen a unique piece of art I bet most of you didn’t behold yet.
It was a chance encounter. Not even in my wildest dream, I thought I will find it where it is__ in the middle of nowhere. While hiking I saw it from a distance and I thought: “What is that???” It appears and disappears from view. When you see it you’ll understand what I mean. You see… it looks like this:
The way it was constructed fascinates me endlessly. I’ve never seen something quite like it before.
When you look up it looks like this:
Amazing isn’t it?
They call it Reading Between The Lines Church and located in the city of Borgloon in the province of Limburg.
I stole this shot while passing by and had to do it quickly before he notices me. I couldn’t help it. The man, his dog, the place… it’s all perfect.
(The feature image, I took while on vacation. I was sitting on a bus waiting for it to be filled and happened to witness an interaction between a mother and a daughter just outside my window. The girl wanted to play in the dirt but her mom didn’t allow her so she cried silently. I managed to capture one single shot before the bus took off. Can you see the single teardrop running down her cheek? And her expression… Priceless! This is probably one of the best candid shots I have ever taken in my life.)
“Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future.
The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.”
-Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild
Now, at this very moment, I will trade everything to be able to swim in a natural spring water again. It was such a long time ago that I have experienced that kind of feeling, free, uninhibited and clean. A privilege that most of my countrymen are taking for granted especially those that are on the lower rung of the status ladder and living close to these kinds of natural environments not knowing my dream (and probably other people like me) is situated on their backyards…
I’m experimental by nature… always exploring my creativity. Here, I was experimenting with speed and timing.
Okay, I hung over the cliff to take this shot while my husband was holding my legs to keep me from falling down but It was worth it. The glittering sea, the rocks, and the moss plus the colorful vegetation that all glowing contentedly in the heat is a sight to behold.
The landscapes seemed to be glowing under the hot midday sun.
The best way undoubtedly of seeing a country is on foot. It is the safest, and most suited to every variety of road; it will often enable you to take a shorter track, and visit scenes (the finest perhaps) not otherwise accessible; it is healthy, and, with a little practice, easy; it is economical: a pedestrian is content with almost any accommodations; he, of all travellers, wants but little, ‘Nor wants that little long’. And last, though not least, it is perfectly independent.
― Robin Jarvis, Romantic Writing, and Pedestrian Travel
“Sweetly breathing, vernal air,
That with kind warmth doth repair
Winter’s ruins; from whose breast
All the gums and spice of the East
Borrow their perfumes; whose eye
Gilds the morn, and clears the sky.”
– Thomas Carew, 1595 – 1645
I can watch this forever thinking time does not pass, it continues…
Weekly Photo Challenge
Been a while since I write my own thoughts. I’ve been away for almost four weeks basking in the sun soaking the atmosphere enjoying the weather admiring the views immersing myself in a different culture and generally doing nothing but what I love to do in that moment. I crisscrossed the island on foot, drove around, swam in lagoons and tasted the food. I’ve been in a hospital also. Cost me a fortune but my health insurance will pay me back only I don’t know when. They say it may take a while since it is a large amount of money but I see it as saving; money I don’t have in my hand so therefore I can’t spend.
I’m home now with tons of laundry and lots to do in the garden. At least the slugs and snails didn’t devour my entire population of plants like I expected them to do. My chocolate mints died. D. said he upended small bottles of water in the pots but he said it was not enough to last for the entire time we were gone but I suspected he had forgotten to do it because I didn’t see any indentation on the soil next to the plants. So, today I drove to the garden center to get new ones but like always I purchased more than I needed. Believe you me I will have second thoughts buying anything for myself but will not hesitate to acquire something for the garden or for the house. I’m crazy that way. It gives me so much joy to shop for both and see them transform a space. The plants which are damaged by late frost are struggling to survive. They are still there but most of them become sort of bonsai, little miniature examples of their former selves. I hope they will totally revive next year.
I reckon it will take me a week to go back to normal. I will return to writing after everything settled. But first I have to attend two big parties. One is the silver jubilee of a company and another is a retirement event for my father-in-law. The first one calls for a dress code. ‘Future’ is the theme we have to abide. Lots of shining garments dominated by silver and white in casual attire. I don’t know yet if I’m going to attend since parties are not my thing but let’s see when it’s time to go. Maybe I will and then again maybe not.
I wrote this piece without pause and without edit so if you spy some mistakes, look the other way. Until next time and enjoy the warm weather.