Le Magicien des Étoffes is my entry in Ludwig Keck’s challenge Monday Window, 25 May.
Spotted this window in Marrakesh, Morocco in 2004.
Click below to see what fellow bloggers cooked up for this Monday Window, 25 May.
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For the ins &outs, head over to Ann-Christine’s blog who is our host of Delicate Colours • Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #98.
My first port of call was to look up what delicate actually means other than subtle or pleasing because of fineness or mildness.
Definition of delicate: pleasing to the senses
Merriam Webster Dictionary
So this week’s prompt can very well mean a colourful assault on the senses, as long as it is pleasing. Now this is something I can work with: the place that sprang to mind immediately is Marrakesh, Morocco.
A pickle anyone?
Or some flower buds?
But even some houses were a pleasant onslaught on the senses being painted in delicate colours.
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Weekend Reflections #556 • E-Type Reflections
Reflections in the driver’s window of a Jaguar E-Type.
This is my submission for Weekend Reflections #556.
Forever is this week’s prompt: Shweta’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt #39 (#6WSP).
Read more of my 6 word stories here.
Fandango’s Friday Flashback • 22 May. Not having blogged that long, I’m re-posting this post from 22 December that I put up for Silent Sunday. To see the ‘rules’ click here.
If you’d like to keep on enjoying your Silent Sunday, click here.
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Thursday Doors 21 May • Making Sense For The Postman
In one of my previous posts I had focused on the number of doorbells per door, as an indication of the number of singles, couples or families living behind that door. But how does the postman make any sense of that?
One door, one name, one doorbell and one letterbox. Not much can go wrong here… so you think. Unless you’ve got an illiterate postman, or one one who doesn’t give a s***. Every year I receive dozens of letters that are clearly addressed to someone else. With a different address and a different zip-code. I stopped my mailman twice to confront him about it, quite nicely that is. At first. The grumpy bastard just didn’t give me any indication he gave a flying f***! Or maybe he was just masking his illiteracy. Or maybe both.
One thing I grant him, things can become a bit confusing, like in the above case. Which letterbox to use for #82? Or does it even matter?
My postman isn’t the only one struggling. Delivery guys (girls) of door-to-door advertising folders and door-to-door weeklies have a hard time knowing what to deliver where. Hence the stickers you see
Making Sense For The Postman for Norm‘s Thursday Doors 21 May.
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One-Liner Wednesday 20 May • Andy Warhol’s Magic of Pop
‘Once you ‘got’ Pop, you could never see a sign again the same way again. And once you thought Pop, you could never see America the same way again.’
Andy Warhol
For Linda G. Hill’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt, 20 May, 2020.
You can find more my one-liners for Linda here.
Mid-Week Monochrome #37 • Ropes • MWM
Submission for Brashley Photography’s Mid-Week Monochrome • MWM#37
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WARNING I’m Bored • Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #97. For the ins &outs, head over to Sue’s blog The Nature Of Things who is our host of this edition, with the theme pastime.
Boredom: the desire for desires
Leo Tolstoi
I’m so so glad this quarantine is not deemed so strictly necessary anymore. Cinema’s and museums are open again since yesterday (two of my favorite pastimes that I so dearly missed). And restaurants, terraces will follow on June 1. And hopefully the beach clubs will open the day after tomorrow, since I live approx. a 20 minute walk from the beach. So yes, this being more or less cooped up in my or my girlfriend’s apartment has made me bored to the point that I’m contemplating buying this mouse pad…or worse. Just to spruce things up a bit.
Another favorite pastime of mine was city trips with my girlfriend. Both in the Netherlands as elsewhere in Europe. Just roaming the streets of an unknown city, having a drink and a meal on a terrace and photographing anything interesting that comes in front of my camera.
But these will not be on the cards again anytime soon because of the Covid-19 lockdown and my worsened physical condition due to my Parkinson’s Disease. But both things will get better in due course I’m convinced.
So how did the past few months just dawdle past? By spending time catching up on reading…
My mentor when I started out in advertising taught me an invaluable lesson: Read weird shit’. So I still do. And for the first time I’m interested in history. A sign of old age?
Passion goes, only boredom remains
Coco Chanel
And then there was Netflix… I have been watching a wide array of series and movies. From La Casa de Papel to the history of the Vietnam War to The Last Dance to Peaky Blinders to Le Mans 66. But, finally, I got bored of watching TV.
So there is only so much even I can take before boredom sets in. I miss going for walks in unfamiliar places, learning about their history, savoring the best the local cuisine has to offer and taking my Leica with me. Being outside, where the action is.
Boredom is just the reverse side of fascination; both depend on being outside rather than inside a situation, and one leads to the other.
Susan Sonntag
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