It’s relatively easy to be green when you’re a Forest God: It’s a bit easier when you’re a Shield Bug: But when you’re a Grasshopper, it’s so easy that you never need to give it a second thought: For another Green post , see Going Green in Barca. For more interpretations on the theme of green from bloggers worldwide, click on the link below: WORDPRESS Photo Challenge: It is Easy to be Green
E is for Evening Meal……. …….and F is for Filleting Fish very Fast as these stallholders were doing at LaBoqueria Market: All Low-Key Street Photography images from my archives for this week’s Black&White Challenge: Letters E and F Perhaps next week’s will be brighter.Or perhaps not. This is a fun challenge to do and there were as many interpretations are there are bloggers in the universe. So why not click on the icon to see some variations on the theme?
Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter: a few more Doors For this week’s Thursday Doors hosted by Norm, I’m revisiting my photos from our trip to Barcelona last September. How I am looking forward to wandering through the winding alleys of Barca’s Gothic Quarter again, but that’s not for a few months yet. This magnificent door is, I think, the street door to some tourist apartments: Shops, restaurants and clubs pull down their shutters when closed. The shutters ALL display graffiti; it is a recognised art form in the Gothic Quarter and you never see an outside door without it: After dark the clubs open: This picture was taken by flash after dark when all the trendy shops remain open till late. A shop door and an apartment door: For more Doors in The Gothic Quarter why not visit my other posts: “Doors: Graffiti in the Gothic Quarter” “Thursday Doors: An Old Brown Door in Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter” For more doors from bloggers around the world, head to Norm’s Thursday Doors.
Thursday Doors: An Old Brown Door in Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter There are many hundreds, no thousands, of fascinating old doors in Barcelona’s Gothic Quarter. This one really caught my eye because of the its ironmongery . I love the old bolt and letterbox juxtaposed below the new(-ish) padlock. They must be centuries apart. To see more from door-loving bloggers worldwide , head over to Norm’s Thursday Doors.
Thursday Doors: Emergency Exit The Zombie Shack is (apparently) “A Popular Tiki Cocktail Paradise in the Heart of Manchester”. I don’t even know what a Tiki Cocktail is, nor am I ever likely to. I looked on their website and there do seem to be a lot of fun nights planned with live music. If their back wall is anything to go by, I think I’d definitely have given the club a try in my (much, much) younger days.
Haworth is the epitome of Emily Brontë’s legendary Wuthering Heights. There’s an enchanting mystique to the wild and rugged moors that surround this beautiful village – you can practically hear the echoes of Catherine and Heathcliffe around every cobbled and heather strewn corner. Prepare to fall in love with Haworth and its living, breathing past. Haworth’s heart is its stunning Main Street. In summer it’s a buzzing hive of activity with shops, crafts and tea rooms, and magnificent moorland views that compel visitors to pause for a photo opportunity practically every other step. During the winter months the wonderful rolling mists cloak the landscape, making easy to lose yourself in the famous Brontë Parsonage and immerse yourself in the history of its historic graveyard. – (Haworth essentials) Haworth is a beautiful village in West Yorkshire in the Pennine Hills about an hour’s drive from where we are in Lancashire. On a visit there a couple of years ago I spotted this gentleman driving down the Main Street in his wonderful vintage car. He was just going about his business as usual and was totally oblivious to the attention he was getting from visitors. For the locals he and his car […]
On our recent trip to Valletta on the Mediterranean island of Malta we were lucky enough to watch/participate in some of the celebrations for the upcoming feast of St Augustine. For Cee’s Black & White Challenge this week I’d like to share a few pictures of a local brass band in Valletta leading a procession down to the church of St Augustine (or Santu Wistin as he is called in Maltese). Once at the church we were invited inside by the locals to watch a ceremony where a VERY large statue of St Augustine was carried outside to be blessed and then carried back in again. (But that’s for another blog post which won’t be in monochrome! It was colourful in the extreme). But for now, the brass band….. (With thanks as always to Cee for her hard work and enthusiasm in putting out these challenges every week.)