FOTD • 25 March • Orchid for Cee’s FOTD challenge.

I stayed indoors for this photo, as it sits right opposite my work table.
FOTD • 25 March • Orchid for Cee’s FOTD challenge.
I stayed indoors for this photo, as it sits right opposite my work table.
This Cuban Courtyard Mural, for Monday Mural, 23 March, is an attempt by the artist to make something out of these otherwise blind walls. It is a tribute o the Cuban poet Bonifacio Byrne, after whom this street was named. Many streets have both a name and a number; most also have two names, one pré- and one post-revolution. This Calle 79 is also called Calle Contreras, though locals still refer to it as Calle Bonifacio Byrne.
Artist unknown to me.
Discovered in Havana, Cuba on July 4, 2016. Entry in Sami’s challenge March 23. For more Monday Mural entrees, click here.
Once We Were Windows is my entry in Ludwig Keck’s challenge Monday Window, 23 March. This sorry sight of windows almost beyond repair is all too common in Cuba.
Click below to see what fellow bloggers cooked up for this Monday Window, 23 March .
If you’d like to see more of my Monday Windows, click here.
One Word Sunday • Communication
Entry for Debbie’s One Word Sunday.
For previous posts on One Word Sunday, click here.
Amy’s challenge of ‘A River Runs Through It’ made me think at first of that wonderfully melodramatic Springsteen song ‘The River’. For those who want to relive that wonderfully, cynically romantic mood again, I’ve included a link to my favorite performance of it. Ah, those childhood memories of innocently skinny dipping in the river Eem on a hot summer’s day have long since made space for associations of a river running through a city.
The promised link to that wonderful song then…
For more of my entrees in Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, click here.
Fences and Gates • Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge is my entry for this week’s episode.
For other entrees click on the picture below.
Fandango’s Friday Flashback • hello. I’ve not been a blogger nearly long enough to be able to go a year back. So this re-post of ‘Wordless Wednesday’ on #FFF is from November 20, 2019. In hindsight, this post was one of my worst in terms of likes (just 2!) you soulless Window addicts… Didn’t anyone remember that since January 24th, 36 years ago, 1984 didn’t turn out to be… like 1984?
Wordless Wednesday • It’s been 35 years since the first hello.
For Spread, the latest virus from Dutch Goes The Photo, I didn’t have to torture my sometimes already malfunctioning memory. It took me back to one of the souks in Marrakech, virtually immediately. While I was at least a mile from its origin when I caught my first whiff: the large open air tannery. I just wish there was some sort of way to electronically transfer this horrifying, nauseating smell, other than the way it spread through the air and nested itself into my memory.
I never knew how a smell, or stench, could spread so far and mercilessly. It made me wonder how anyone could actually live in its vicinity, let alone work in the tannery. The mint leaves my guide gave me did not do anything to lessen this ordeal.
But all things considered, it was a beautiful photo opportunity.
The main leather tanneries in Marrakech are located in the Bab Debbagh quarter in the north end of the medina; the location provides access to the Oued Issil river across the busy road (dry in the summer months and flowing quickly in winter months). It is removed from the city, so it doesn’t bother nearby residents with the smell. Or so they say…
If you like to know more about the process of turning an animal hide into a piece of leather, which takes roughly 28 days, click here.
For my previous submissions in this Tuesday Photo Challenge, click here.
A stark contrast with last week’s splendor is this Istanbul Sliding Shed Door for Norm‘s Thursday Doors.
While I had set my mind on photographing some more beautiful twin doors that I came across, a (self-imposed) quarantine because of a slight flu made me postpone that for another day. So I had to dig in my archives and found this decade old photo of a sliding door in Istanbul. Which was, at the time, in dire need of some TLC.