- Down memory lane
- Everything that lives in the sea
- Food porn
- Home sweet home
- Life, the universe and everything
- Love is…
- Odds and ends
- On the road
- Secret garden
- Summer in the city
- The sound of music
- Twenty thousand leagues under the sea
- Weekly photo challenge
Needless to say, this really made my day.
I have been thinking about birds lately — possibly because I managed to identify the orangey-red smudge on one of our old Seychelles photos as a Madagascar Red Fody (will have to get a better picture this time, in the meantime, just picture a sparrow that fell into a paint bucket) — and suddenly remembered this guy.
We encountered him on Sanibel Island in Florida on our wedding trip three years ago (time flies). It was February and I imagine he was enjoying both the sun on his back and and the warmth rising from the dark tarmac. What I loved about him was the self-assurance in his assumption that those funny non-winged creatures would go out of their way to make sure not to disturb him (a reasonable call if you live in a wildlife reserve). And if they hung around and kept staring at him, surely it was only to admire his magnificence.
Help with identification (Julia?) very welcome.
We were determined to go back sometime, and in a few days, we will do just that (yes, another biggish birthday coming up).
A lot has changed in the past ten years: Back then, I had no idea of the heartbreak entailed in losing a parent, and that it was to come so soon, not decades in the future as I had always assumed, if I gave the matter any thought at all.
We also had no idea that we would give up living in the “in” location in the inner city in exchange for undertaking the renovation and reconstruction of the house my great-grandfather built (a project motivated, at least initially, to a large extent by my inability to face another loss, which then, fortunately, took on a life and a meaning of its own). Luckily, we also had no clue how complicated, difficult and all-encompassing it would turn out to be (German has a rather apt saying about children and fools being protected by a higher power).
We had dipped our toes (excuse the pun) into scuba-diving by then and I would have predicted that we were to continue with it (although I might have been surprised at how important a part of our lives it would become). And knowing the husband’s penchant for perfectionism, I could also have guessed that we would get a lot better at underwater photography than the above suggests.
But looking back at that trip and forward to the one coming up, I’m mainly amused by the things that have remained the same. Then as now, we were fascinated by odd creatures and plants and happy to just sit back and observe.
In response to the infamous selfie, the Guardian has set up a site for the (obviously much more interesting) shelfie. Consequently, I’ve been spending more time than I’d care to admit drooling over other people’s bookshelves. It’s also reassuring to know that there are other crazy people out there. “See?”, I told the husband. “I’m not that bad. There is someone out there who is collecting all the old Penguins ever issued.” The husband somehow looked as if he didn’t quite see the difference between these thousands of books and my thousands of books, except that mine are less orange.
But that wasn’t the point, anyway. What had really caught my eye was the combination of books and birds in another shelfie:
I did a search for the user and sure enough came across the artist’s website, which included this photo:
“Wouldn’t these blue birds be perfect in our bedroom?”, I appealed to the husband. (I have no idea if the artist even does paint birds on walls not her own, and if she did, I doubt we could afford it. But still. And our bedroom is mainly blue and white.) “Be realistic,” the husband admonished. “If it’s a vertical wall and if it’s in this house, you will need it for bookshelves sooner or later.”
I suppose that’s true — given that the thought that crossed my mind when looking at the Guardian site was how many of the people there had managed to retain empty space in their shelves. (Any new shelf I ever had was pretty much full as soon as it was set up.) But a girl can dream …