November is usually a dull month, it does not boast the ravishing ripe golden light of October, nor does it bring the cheer expectations of December and the Holiday season. But still, November has its thrill. Especially in Abruzzo.
“Have you not noticed that the wild flowers are becoming scarcer every year? It may be that their wise men have told them to depart till man becomes more human. Perhaps they have migrated to heaven.” ― Kakuzō Okakura, The Book of Tea
On a lazy September Sunday morn… Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Wake me up when September ends
Everybody aged 40+ rode one in their teens. It was born in the Sixties and since then it has become a symbol of freedom and nonconformity.
“Did you ever fly a kite in bed? Did you ever walk with ten cats on your head? Did you ever milk this kind of cow? Well, we can do it. We know how. If you never did, you should. These things are fun and fun is good.” ~ Dr. Seuss, One Fish, Two Fish, …
Every special little snowflake may be unique… Snowflakes All Fall In One of 35 Different Shapes via smithsonianmag.com Legend has it that Eskimos have more than 100 words for snow… How Many Words for Snow? via farmersalmanac.com
“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” ~Ansel Adams
Italian ethnologist Fosco Maraini, who lived and explored the East far and wide, high and low, says about Campo Imperatore, (L’Aquila), Italy: “It could undoubtedly be Tibet. It looks like Phari-Dong plain, on the way from India to Lhasa”. (I trust mr. Maraini but I snooped Phari-Dong on Google Maps and the resemblance with Campo Imperatore …