Category: Seeing
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
What is the subject of the photo?
Another look at the moon
A light in the night
Does this look creepy to you?
I can’t quite figure out why this tree looks strange to me, but those roots just don’t see, right. Gnarled is okay, but somehow these things seem stunted and awfully white.
This seems an issue of expectation, don’t you think? Tree roots are supposed to have certain qualities and when they don’t, well, it’s difficult to feel good about them.
What might that say about how we feel about other people? Any issues with expectations in relationships?
Simplicity
And look at them now…
The other day I posted a picture of crocuses just starting to bud. Today when I went out, I saw that the first bud had found lots of friends. I realize that the March (and even April) snows may yet come but for this moment I am thankful for these gentle reminders that under the brown soil there are stirrings of life preparing to emerge.
Palm trees and snow caps…
…yep, that’s Nice.
A tight fit
I turned and snapped this photo since it shows how little room there is to spare in old towns of Europe. It’s a constant amazement to me that big things can pass through small spaces…but they do. Isn’t that a wonder?
This was outside my door
Water sources are interesting in foreign lands. I used to see water running freely from a pipe into a giant basin of some sort and people would come and fill containes then carry it off. And sometimes there would be something like this that where the water had to be turned on and then cut off automatically. This fountain was right outside the door of our first apartment in Antibes. Often people came and filled their water bottles or a dish for their mutt. A few folks that didn’t have a regular residence would wet a cloth and wash their faces and hands.
Running water is such a blessing that we take for granted.
Passing over my old town
What a treat it was to fly right over Antibes on the way to Nice. I looked out the window and was thrilled to see the port, the Old Town, the Place de Gaulle and my old ‘hood. And seeing it from this bird’s eye view gave me new perspective. Of course, I had seen the city like this many times when I gazed upon a map trying to find my way, but no representation could capture the vitality and the richness that I saw perched in my plane. Oh, the wonder of it all!
A self-reflective landing in Frankfurt
En route
But my post yesterday gets ahead of itself…first we flew over Germany. Here is a shot from thousands of feet above the ground. Notice the river with the flat boat. Also in the village is a very old church (near the left border of the photo) among what look to be cottages. It is a test of our perception to pick out the details below us from such a height, don’t you think?
It was everywhere!
The primary reason that I went to France was to participate in the third Transformed by Stories event of the Convocation of Episcopal Churches in Europe. I have been very pleased to serve on the Planning Committee for these programs and feel incredibly lucky that two of the three sessions were held in Nice…my former stomping grounds.
Imagine my surprise as we drove towards the other side of the port the day the program began and passed this exhibit announcement on the wall of the Old Town.
Do you think that transformation can be in the air?
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