The local market was a colorful visual experience as well as a treat for the nose. The borders of the Central Europe are vague and irrational but the smell can identify certain regions. From across the street the smell of boiled cabbage and stale beer whiffed through the air. This must be Vienna!
The Grand Teton National Forest was a major reason we decided to take a road trip to the West. We were primed for its beauty. We lodged the night before near the Grand Teton’s. Upon waking the next morning the Teton’s were totally blacked out by heavy hoary clouds. But the storm passed in a few more hours.
The sky lightened after the storm.
Be careful and not fall. It’s a long way down and pretty rocky once you hit bottom. And if the wind picks up………you are toast.
No, it’s not Downing Street!
Photo taken In Inverness Scotland, U.K.
“The Cambodian village of Kdep Tmar, deep in the northwest forests near the Thai border, lies within a minefield. Planted by numerous belligerent factions during Cambodia’s three decades of war, the mines are in the fields behind the houses, along the rutted track that is the only access to the village and in the forest where the villagers gather wood.
“Life is bad here,” says Pou Venh, father of three, a sad-faced man whose body is emaciated by malaria. “There is no land for growing rice, no food, mines everywhere. The school has no furniture.” He and his wife try to keep their children from wandering too far, but they don’t even know if the patch of ground around their small wooden shack is safe. Two months ago a pregnant woman was killed by a mine as she walked to the outdoor latrine 20 yds. behind her hut.”
By TERRY MCCARTHY
Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Feet or Shoes (human or animals)
“Without music, life would be a mistake.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
The Hat Dance in Ljubljana Slovenia. My wife is in the black hat on the left. She finally gets it right at the end.
It was a hot early morning in Havana.
“Where can I find a ride to the museum?” I asked the young man eating a banana.
He was a chatty young fellow.
He pointed to the taxi he called “Sunshine Yellow.”
Oh Danny Boy! 