Crayon Box Burano, Fishing Village (Part 2)

Burano, Venice, Italy
Burano, Venice, Italy

Crayon Box Colored Homes

Burano, an old fishing village in the Northern Venetian Lagoon, is famous for its brightly colored homes as well as its lace-making. Legend has it that fisherman couldn’t recognize their houses through the fog, so they painted their homes bright colors.  It’s said that house colors have been with families for centuries. Today, if someone wants to repaint his house, he must send a request to the government, who will let the him know which colors are permitted for that lot.

When we toured the islands of Murano, Torcello and Burano, I’m glad our vaporetti, or water taxi, stopped at Burano last. It was definitely the jewel-in-the-crown.

Previous Post:  Crayon Box Burano, Venice, Italy (Part 1)

Striped curtains match house colors.
Striped curtains match house colors.
Many houses and buildings are adorned with religious wall plaques.
Many houses and buildings are adorned with religious wall plaques.
Laundry lines are a common sight.
Laundry lines are a common sight.
Pink up close.
Pink up close.
Colorful canal.
Colorful canal.
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Venice View

Laundry hanging to dry.
Laundry hanging to dry.

I admit it. I was camera crazy in Venice!

Something catches my eye and I have the urge to capture it. It’s always interesting to see if the photo I take highlights the element that drew me to the scene. I took these pics FROM the water during our Venetian Rowing Lesson (yay, Row Venice!).  I hope you think they are bellisima.

 Grazie!

The juxtaposition of the red flower boxes and building with the church behind set against a blue sky was.
The juxtaposition of red flower boxes and building with a church behind set against a blue sky said Italy to me.
Gondolier on his cell phone.
Gondolier on his cell phone.
This ambulance was in a hurry so we had to navigate our boat out of the way.
This ambulance was in a hurry so we had to navigate our batelina out of the way.

 

 

 

 

 

Venice buildings are so old!
Venice buildings are so old.
Seagulls are everywhere!
Seagulls are everywhere.

 

 

 

 

Murano glass.
Murano glass.
Happy colors.
Happy colors.

 

 

 

 

 

Eating outdoors even in February.
Eating outside even in February.
One point perspective.
One point perspective.
Canal, church and reflection framed by a bridge's arch.
Canal, church and reflection framed by a bridge’s arch.

 

 

 

 

 

Amish Country, A Step Back in Time

Lancaster, Pennsylvania
Lancaster, Pennsylvania

Hon, Bmore Energy might be a lifestyle Blog, but sometimes I feel compelled to break format. The news of the kidnapping of two Amish sisters reminded me of a childhood incident, so I’m combining memory with photographs. Both took me back in time.

When I was in elementary school, and walking home from a friend’s house, a creepy man driving a sketchy car veered to the wrong side of the street and cruised downhill alongside me. I can’t remember if I was 10 or 11 years-old, but I’ll never forget what that man looked like. I could pick him out of a lineup. I felt exposed by his laughing eyes and curling lips.  He sneered, inviting me to join him. I ran, afraid to look back, terrified that he was chasing me. I bolted behind houses until I reached my back door. I banged and screamed until my mother heard me. I was safe. I was fine.

Not really the first loss of innocence for me, but definitely the scariest up until then.

So, two “smart, strong, resilient,” Pennsylvania Dutch speaking Amish sisters are back home. Safe. But, their ordeal isn’t really over. G-d speed their inner and outer healing, and the vanquishing of demons cruising streets with evil eyes and sneering mouths.

Hopefully, open sky, fertile fields and green land will bring peace of mind.  Can you smell the scent of overturned earth in these photos?

Lancaster, PA
Lancaster, PA

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Farming tobacco.
Farming tobacco.

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Icy Compostions

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Nature creates its own composition of Winter ice and Fall leaves.

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The ice magnifies the brick’s texture, creating a pointillist-type palette of colors.

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In my imagination, this piece of ice is the head of an Ice Creature.

IMG_1011The ice is all angles and edges.

IMG_1010Was Mother Nature inspired by Piet Mondrian?

“I wish to approach truth as closely as is possible, and therefore I abstract everything until I arrive at the fundamental quality of objects.”

Mondrian

Thankful on Thanksgiving

Third Grade Poems
Third Grade Poem
Third Grade Poem
Third Grade Poem

Hon, I came across these Thanksgiving poems written by my triplet son and daughter when they were in third grade.  Where’s my other triplet daughter’s poem?  I’m not sure, but hope its already tucked away in her Memory Bin.

I hope you had a lovely long weekend spent with family and friends.  If Thanksgiving isn’t your holiday, then Happy Holiday to whichever holiday you celebrate.

Triplets age , , Plus one age
Triplets age 10, Plus one age 3
Triplets age 18, Plus One age 11
Triplets age 18, Plus One age 11
I had to include a picture with Lucy!
I had to include a picture with Lucy!

Beach Blanket Bingo (Embarrassed in France)

Nice, France, 1988, I'm on the right in the black whole piece. Ilene is wearing a white t-shirt. The blonde guy in the Speedo was someone we met that day. The other three people are other student backpackers. Peter is not pictured in any of these photos.
Nice, France, 1988, I’m on the right in the black whole piece. Ilene is wearing a white t-shirt. The blonde guy in the Speedo was someone we met that day. The other three people are other student backpackers. Peter is not pictured in any of these photos.
Sunbathers in summer of 1988. Nice, France
Sunbathers in summer of 1988. Nice, France

Rating of this post:  somewhere between PG-13 and R, depending on which country you live in, what year you were born, if you are a direct descendant of Puritans, your Zodiac sign and personality traits.

Warning: If discussing the body makes you uncomfortable, you can find recipes under the category “Call Me Cook.”

Intro:  If you read about my trip to Jamaica in April, then you might remember how surprised I was when I met a couple of nudists.  After I posted “Birthday Plus Suit Equals ?, I comprised a list of my Top Ten Questions For Visitors To The “N” (as in Naked) Resort.  The whole subject reminded me of one of the most embarrassing moments in my life. Friends, if you’ve already heard this anecdote, skip it!

Back story:  In 1988, after graduating from college, a girlfriend (shout out to Ilene) and I backpacked across Europe.  We wound our way to Nice in the south of France where we planned to sunbathe and relax. For the entire backpacking trip, we asked each other one question: “Should we or should we not go topless in Nice?” We spent much emotional energy discussing this topic.

You know the whole “When in Rome” argument?  Well, a lot of French women don’t wear bathing suit tops and we wanted to be like them.  Then again, our modesty combined with skin that had never seen the light of day weighed heavily on our minds.  But, we were on an adventure (Writer friends, can you name which one of my characters is on an adventure?  But, I digress.) and were young.

Scenario:  Walking to the beach, we stopped at shops to browse.

Me:  “Look at the baskets of bikinis!”

Friend:  “There are only bottoms!  That’s it.  Let’s do it.”

Me:  “Okay, but we’re wearing whole pieces.”

Friend:  “Once we lay down, we’ll roll them down. At the same time!  Anyway who are we going to see?”

Me:  “You’re right.  Who are we going to see?”

I interrupt this story to tell you that we had met up with some other students (pictured above)  backpacking in Europe.  The girls were having the same dilemma as us and we weren’t interested in the boys “like that.”

After we set up our beach towels…

Friend:  “Tell me when you’re ready.”

Me:  “One the count of three:  one, two, three!” (Much giggling ensued!)

After awhile we got used to the exposure (pun intended) and sat up.  Then from a bunch of beach blankets away…

Peter (former football player and biggest jock in my high school):  “Naomi, is that you?  Hi!”

I lookeded in his direction and half-waved, half-covered my now burnt-to-a-crisp upper body (applying sunscreen would have been doubly mortifying so, alas, we didn’t).  I realized not only was Peter sitting a few blankets away, so were some other boys from Baltimore!

Two thoughts went through my mind:

1)  “What are the chances boys from Baltimore are sitting on the same beach I am at the same time I decide to roll down my top?!?

2)  The biggest jock from my high school, who I was never friends with, never had classes with and who I hadn’t seen since high school graduation, knew my name?  Wow!

Friend:  “You know him?”

Me:  “I can’t believe it!!”

Peter:  Waving and pointing me out to friends.

Me:  “Cover me!”

Friend:  Blocked view of me while I quickly rolled up my top.

Me:  I stayed on my towel and waved back, but I did’t go over and say hi!

Friend and I decided it was best to be occupied.  We ran to the water, grabbed a paddleboat and stayed out in the water for a long time.

That was the beginning and end of my “When in Rome” adventure!

Two more things happened after that:

1)  Peter gave me a big hug when we ran into him in Monaco the next night. (OMG!)

2)  My friend and I were in pain for a week.

Moral of the story:  Don’t roll down your top if you’re too embarrassed to apply sunblock! 

Do you have any embarrassing moments you’d like to share?  

My friend and I went paddleboating after the embarrassing incident. We stayed out in the water a long time!
My friend and I went paddleboating after the embarrassing incident. We stayed out in the water a long time!
Sexy sand sculpture!
Sexy sand sculpture!

 

Fluffy Father’s Day

Know my full name?  It's Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds.
Hi!  I’m Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds.

Guess what?  I’m the Guest Blogger today.  Me!  Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds!  You can call me Lucy for short.

I had the best day on Father’s Day!  My sisters invited me to hop in the car after they packed up bikes, blankets and food.  I didn’t know where we were going but I knew it would be fun.  Yippee!  I love cars!

We went to Liberty State Park.  It’s a big park on the New Jersey side of the Hudson River.  It was my first time seeing the Statue of Liberty and the Manhattan skyline.  I could even see the Freedom Tower.

Here’s my day in pictures.

I jumped up on a ledge to get a better view of the river.  The Freedom Tower is in the background.
I jumped up on a ledge to get a better view of the river. The Freedom Tower is in the background.
I love to be picked up.
I love to be picked up.
seeking shade under a bike
seeking shade under a bike
picnicking with my family
picnicking with my family
Do you like my personalized water bowl?
Do you like my personalized water bowl?
"C'mon!  Let's go in the water!"
“C’mon! Let’s go in the water!”
Jumped in the water!
Jumped in the water!
Sooo tired on the ride home!
Sooo tired on the ride home!

What a great day!  You know what else?  Yesterday was my 2nd birthday.

Happy birthday to me!  Woof!

That's me yesterday, on my 2nd birthday.  (taken by my redheaded sister)
My redheaded sister took my birthday photo. Then she gave me a Happy Birthday biscuit. Yum!

Purple Flower Power at Greenwood Gardens

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This is my second post featuring purple flowers.  The original Purple Flower Power was seen last fall.  As I mentioned in Pink Flower Power, taking flower photographs has been somewhat of an obsession this spring.  I recently took a photography workshop held by Joy Yagid at Greenwood Gardens.  Not only was I inspired by the flowers, but my imagination went wild when I came across stone royalty (look for them in a future post).  Guess where I’m going to write, photograph and meditate on my dreams?

Where do you go to find inspiration?

Allium
Allium
Tulips
Tulips
lilacs
Lilacs

Pizza By The Pool in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina

Chance meeting over pizza slices.
Chance meeting over pizza slices.

Back story:  When I mentioned my upcoming trip to Myrtle Beach, SC to my ceramics class, one of the women said her son would also be there with a bunch of friends. She showed me his picture.

“If you see Ned, you could say hi,” Julie said.

“Sure,” I replied.  (By the way, Myrtle Beach is big.)

Fast forward to the weekend in SC:

Scenario:  We have a pizza for lunch and there are extra slices.

Hubby:  “I think I’ll find some teenage boys and offer them the extra slices.”

Me:  “That’s weird. Why would some teenage boys want pizza from a stranger?”

Teenage daughter:  “Yeah, Dad.  That’s creepy.”

Younger daughter:  “Dont, Dad.”

Hubby:  “They’ll love it. I’m going to ask them.  Bye.”

Me:  “Do what you want.”

Teenage Daughter:  “Whatever.”

Younger Daughter:  “I wouldn’t take pizza from a stranger.”

A few minutes later, two teenage boys are fishing around in the pizza box.

Me:  “Hi.  Are you in college?”

Teenage Boy while eating a slice:  “Yeah.”

Me:  “Where do you go?”

Teenage Boy:  “Boston College.”

Me:  “Where are you from?”

Teenage Boy:  “Westfield.”

Me, now jumping to my feet:  “Is your name Ned?  Is your mom Julie?”

Teenage Boy, hesitatingly:  “Yes and, ummm, yes.”

Me:  “I take ceramics with your mom!”

Teenage Boy:  “No way!  My mom is very proud of her ceramics.”

Teenage Daughter:  “So is my mom.”

Me:  “Did you have a goatee a couple of days ago?”

Teenage Daughter:  “Mom, that’s creepy,”

Teenage Boy rubbing his chin:   “Actually, I did.”

Me:  “Your mom showed me your picture and you had a goatee in it.”

Teenage Boy’s friend chimes in.  Turns out one of their high school friends goes to college with my other teenage daughter.  We meet the whole crew and we all laugh at what a small world it is!

Later, as told to me by my teenage daughter, when she was hanging out in the pool with the group of guys:

Teenage Daughter:  “Sorry if my mom creeped you out.”

Teenage Boy:  “That’s okay, my mom’s the same way.”

Moral of the story:  Hon, teenage boys will take pizza from anyone!

Rising sophomores in college. What a nice bunch of boys!
Rising sophomores in college. What a nice bunch of boys!

Honoring Memorial Day and My Son

Lincoln Memorial, Washington D.C.
Lincoln Memorial, Washington D.C.
Lincoln Memorial
Lincoln Memorial

In 2005, my brother took my almost twelve-year old son to Washington D.C.  I came across these photos of their day together and thought they were a fitting send-off to my son who is in the Reserve Officer Training Corps (ROTC) for the United Stated Army while he studies at a university.

He’s leaving today for mountaineering training in a country very far from home.  I could say how anxious I am about this trip, how world events and politics are sad and disheartening, how I get nauseous thinking about his future, and how much I love him and want him safe and happy.  Instead I’ll  leave you with these photographs.

the Capital
United States Capitol
Washington Monument
Washington Monument
Vietnam Veterans Memorial Statue
Vietnam Veterans Memorial Statue
military helicopter
military helicopter
Almost twelve-years old.
almost twelve-years old
high altitude rescue training
high altitude rescue training
contracted
Contracted.
My son with proud dad and sister.
Proud dad and sister at an Army function.