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“I’m not staying there, honey,” said Angie.
“Of course not,” I replied as I drove the truck through the parking lot and around to the back of the building. “I just have to retrieve something I left here 20 years ago, if I can just find it.”
“What were you doing here and why would you leave anything behind this motel?” she asked.
“Just get out of the truck and follow me down to that stream,” I said as I stepped right over the running board and onto the packed gravel surface.
Not looking back, I could tell that Angie was reluctantly following me on the path that wandered down to the stream. The sound of her footsteps changed as she crossed from the gravel lot to the red clay.
“It’s over by that huge old willow tree on the other side of this stream,” I called back to her as I hopped over two foot wide creek bed.
Stepping behind the tree I waited, my heart now pumping in anticipation.
As she came around the tree, I dropped to one knee, box open, smile beaming.
“Marry me, please,” I said, holding up the ring.
This is a picture of a painting by Heinrich Hansen of the 1660 celebration to acclaim King Frederik III as heir to the thrown in Denmark. What struck me was how similar the city looks to many cities in Europe today, 350 years later.
The picture itself is hanging in Rosenborg Castle in Copenhagen. Here is the painting followed by a picture of the castle from the front.
We moved into a newly built house in July of 2008. That house was not a home yet. The rooms were empty and had never seen life and all of its vicissitudes. The house was a Blank canvas on which we could paint our masterpiece.
We have a wonderful living room with 16 foot high ceilings and a wall of windows facing south east. This picture shows the after noon sun streaming through the unadorned windows on a beautiful May afternoon.
Here is the same shot this morning after eight years of changing this and changing that until we had it just right. Notice that the right hand window has now become a door leading out to our deck (another addition in making this a home).
The same goes for the exterior of the house. The builder started the landscaping, but the plants were young and immature.
Many changes have resulted in quite a change. We go from the blank view to the painted masterpiece:
Everyone places their stamp on their house to make it their home. You always start with a blank and hopefully create a warm and comfortable environment.
These rooftop windows shed a great deal of natural light on the huge central market in Valencia, Spain.
Here is a closeup of the central domed window:
Here is a picture I took last weekend at a wedding in New Jersey. The theme for the wedding was “The Roaring Twenties” and the centerpiece at each table was a spray of ostrich feathers. I liked this closeup because of the way that the main feather is framed by edges of the ones on the right and left:
Here is the stand alone centerpiece:
How many times have you marveled at the beauty of a well tended garden with carefully scripted rows of trees, bushes, and flowers that spoke to the talent of both the designer and the gardeners?
Nature can produce wonder and beauty all on its own. But it can also produce chaos. A garden brings order to that chaos.
In this picture from Scotland, you see the order of the flowering stems backed by bamboo poles that were used to guide the plants vertically.
Here is a second picture which better shows the gardener’s touch (that will eventually fade into the background when the plants are in full bloom):
The gardener intervenes with nature to make the garden Orderly.
Travel theme: Neutral
Here is a picture from our stop at the Gonzalez Byass winery in Cadiz, Spain, the home of the famous Tio Pepe brand of sherries and wines.
The winery was founded in 1835 by Manuel Mª González Angel and this was his tasting room. The decades of dust collected on these unopened bottles give a definite neutral tone to the picture:
Now compare that to the opposite of neutral branding for Tio Pepe:
Magnolia Plantation in Charleston, South Carolina has many mature trees covered in Spanish moss. This one shades picnic tables from the hot sun and allows visitors a short respite from the heat and humidity. The slightest breeze sets the moss in motion in a waving dance of coolness.
For more pictures of this lovely place see my blog entry at https://charlesewaugh.com/2016/05/17/south-carolina-magnolia-plantation/
Every day we make decisions. Each decision is a Fork in our road of life. We should never regret the choices we have made because we have learned something from each and every experience. Robert Frost expressed this in his most famous poem “The Road Not Taken”.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Picture copyright by Schneider taken from a 2011 WordPress Blog called Living Water.