It’s been two years now and I can’t wait to return to the cities I love in Spain and Italy. Top of my list will be Seville from where it’s just a short trip by train to Cordoba. May 1922 free us from the fear of getting Covid and allow everyone to travel freely again.
A direct lift from Jude’s site tells us that this month we will be looking for Gold, the colour of wealth, of power, of gods. Gold-leaf applied to paintings, gold crowns and coins. But look also for golds in the natural world, a fish, a sunset or sunrise, flowers and autumn leaves or sunlight on water. Or capture the light in the ‘golden hour’.
So I managed to find two golds, but neither of them are my own photographs. They are images I’ve just received from a friend who has a pond stocked with Koi and this golden one is his newest addition to the waters.
Golden Koi
He also has some lovely ducks, some very colourful, but at the moment all attention is on the chicks, fluffy golden yellow ones with yellow webbed feet.
‘Hello’ world. My feet feel too big for me at the moment.
At Beziers, not far from Narbonne in France, there is an olive press with the best olives in the world and when I visit friends in the area, I buy as many of these, the Rolls-Royce of olives, the Lucques, as I can carry home. Here, among hundreds of olive trees, is a bench made from an olive tree on the farm. I’d love to own this bench – a definite “pull up a seat” situation. It helps that almost next door is the Chateau Roquette sur Mer vineyard, where the delightfully named Vins de la Clape are produced – and an onsite shop. Who would have guessed?
Bench made from an Olive Tree at the farm where the Lucques olives are farmed.
While in Vietnam we visited a school where children disabled by landmines were being taught skills they could use in later life. Some were being taught ceramics, some embroidery and tapestry, some carpentry and carving, some silverwork and other traditional skills. To my eyes they were all experts at what they were doing.
Here the young people are being taught the skills of applying gold leaf. I tried it myself and made a total hash of it, much to the amusement of the students. It requires a good eye and a steady hand, not to mention extreme patience.
Applying gold leaf to a painting.
The teacher marks the results of the students gold-leaf applications to the interior of bowls and to Buddha statues.
It’s difficult to stop when you find so many reds but I think I shall have to stop now. These are the last few towards this month’s red challenge, and we are still in Japan.
Possibly the most photographed place in Japan – the famous Torii gate at Miyajima.
Just two more days before the end of this month’s challenge and I offer some reds from Japan. I rather belatedly remembered that it’s a country where red is a favourite colour. It’s taken me ages to downsize them as I seem to have lost my ‘Optimize button for web use’ in the upgrade of the programme I normally would use for this purpose, so I’ve had to do each one individually. A few more tomorrow.
Hope the macaque will be accepted as red. He looked so sad and lonely I just felt I had to include him!
I’ve found a few more reds, two from St. Malo (France) and two from Belfast (N. Ireland)
First up St. Malo and my favourite restaurant which serves up moules in every way you could wish. My all-time favourite is the traditional mariniere style, and I like a spoon and some good fresh bread to sup up the delicious liquid that remains in the navy enamel bowl after the moules have been dispatched.
The Belfast connection is that Fibber Magee’s is one of the livliest and best pubs in the city if you’re after music, and of course, George Best is Belfast’s favourite son. This poster bearing his picture was for a new hotel due to open just before Covid disrupted everyone’s plans. I presume the George Best Hotel will get underway again when the virus has abated somewhat but meantime Belfast has some great places to stay and some great pubs in which to enjoy the craic and the music.
I mis-read a photo challenge a few days ago and after much thought and recollections, I dug out some memorable photos only to realize they were not what was required. Regardless, I’ll put the first one up as when I looked at it again it carried me back a few years to a brilliant holiday in Sydney with a young friend who died of Covid last year. We had a simply perfect holiday with him, his wife and two children and I miss him still. He’s not in the picture by the way. This is just one I took on a day that sticks in my memory. So, thank you John, RIP.