Looking Up

After we took off our shoes, put them in a provided plastic bag and covered my head, we entered the Blue Mosque, well known for being one of the finest examples of Istanbul's Imperial Ottoman mosques. Built between 1603 and 1617, it's magnificent cascade of domes draws you to look up (click on photo for better view.) The blue tiles (more visible in second photo) are the reason for it's name, and indeed I so enjoyed all the blue. It is amazing to think of such a thing built by hand so many years ago.

Six minarets are part of the mosque.

Yes, I was there. 

Joining Mary's Little Red House for Monday Mosaics.

Portraits

I did not have time to work on this photo challenge other than to look through

my photos. These all happen to be with my phone camera and tweaked 

a bit in PicMonkey or iPhoto. This young friend was perched on top of

a playground slide. He's already a great thinker,  and I can't wait to see

what he's going to be in this world when he's older.

This photo is untouched and is of my date for a milkshake yesterday.

His baby sister a few days earlier in her colorful life jacket and sunhat.

Joining in the fun at Donna's Photo Challenge.

Lagging Behind

"All experience is an arch to build upon."

 ~Henry Brooks Adam

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I would frequently call out as the Gardener and 

the others we were with would look back to find me. I do lag behind when we 

are touring somewhere because little scenes, potential photos, call out to me, 

compelling me to stop and quickly grab a photo. 

I can't help myself.

I am drawn to arches, windows, flowers, bicycles … and more!

These posted here were all in the center of Munich, on a rainy day. 

Buildings soold they could tell many stories. And all filled with arches.

The Gardener recognized this immediately as where Hitler 

gave a speech or two or three in the city square.

And, a coffee house, Cafe Tambosi, where Mozart hung out.

That was awhile ago! It's Munich's oldest coffee house.

breakfast away from home

 Every day for the two weeks we were on the other side (almost) of the world, we were served cucumbers at breakfast. That's both in Turkey and Germany. This photo is the Turkey breakfast, which always included a variety of cheese with tomatoes, egg, olives and some sort of just baked bread. And watermelon at all three meals each day. Even better than the breakfast, was the al fresco dining overlooking the Marmara Sea, a part of the Mediterranean.

We were very busy with the meetings the Gardener was there for so did not see as much

as we would like, but it was an amazing experience none the less.

I kept asking myself what the country of Turkey reminded me of. Europe? Asia? 

(Istanbul happens to be a city in both continents!) There were mosques everywhere, and the 

call of the minarets in the distance and close by. I finally decided I should stop thinking

 about it and accept it as Turkey, certainly like no where I have been before!

I find myself quite exhausted after this trip, 

and ever so slowly beginning to catch up on things.

along the way

keeping up appearances . . . or not . . .

 We live in a city where appearance seems to be very important.

People show their money by how they live. Moving "up" happens

a lot, and updating or remodeling homes, upgrading furniture,

and the latest decor designs seem to have high value.

 It's easy to fall into that mindset. Our house does not have an "open plan."

(I rather like all the separate areas.) So should we tear down a wall to

make the house more sellable? (no, we won't, but those thoughts do come.)

 Comfort, coziness and family heirlooms/history are high on my house values.

We stay with the old, the things we love, but the update question tempts us
because of the "brainwashing" we get from things like home
improvement shows, blogs, or magazines filled with sparkling homes ...

 I have to admit, I feel a sense of relief and comfort when I see homes of my peers that 

aren't updated, that are filled with furniture from when they began "housekeeping," 

or beloved antiques or consignment purchases that are sturdy and speak 

of being loved and used. They may cook on an old but perfectly functioning
stove, turn on, not tap on, their kitchen faucet, and seem happy and content
to be what they are.
 It's something I ponder on occasion.

And then Eldest Son brings along a scrap piece of gorgeous granite.
What can we say? What can we do? In the artful act of balance,
a little updating comes our way.

the day the music played

Our nieces always favor us with their current piano recital pieces when they visit. They both are doing well; the oldest now ending her 5th year, and the younger more at the beginner level. As S. played, I found myself so familiar with the music, even though I may not have heard it for many, many years.

When she was finished I jumped up, "S, I think maybe I played that piece!"

I ran over to examine her music. The book looked familiar. I dug through the piano bench filled with sheet music and sure enough found my book. We compared. Exactly the same book, except, mine was yellow with age, and cost so, so much less. Like exactly a dollar and 25 cents for the whole book.

Sure enough, there were Miss Hamner's pencil markings. I can just hear

 her saying "One and two and three and four and …"

So  . . . I sat down and tried to play it. Not so great. 

The fingers don't work like they used to on the runs. 

But, I guess I love a challenge, and rose to it. Now I practice it each day.

My fingers are starting to behave, and it's coming back to me.

nap time

At the end, the ice-cream filled cone squished in her little hand, oozing it down her arm.
Messy, messy. But this littlest  one didn't miss a beat at her big brother and sister's
birthday party, trying her best to keep up with the big kids.

Upstairs for a mini bath we went. She loved the novelty of the sink bath 

as she screeched "Ba! Ba!" (bath) As she lay on the changing table while I diapered her, 

the towel touched the side of her face. Her fingers popped into her mouth and her eyes 

got heavy, starting to close. Time for a nap, all fresh and clean. 

A tuckered out little party girl.

tea for vee

 It's time for Vee's notecard party, which means that another month has flown by.
But it appears that I haven't read well, and Vee's cardshop is closed for the summer.
So we'll just call these framed photos rather than "notecards," on a tea theme.
And it looks like I've had some milk and sugar in my tea.

 I'm thinking back to a trip to the Kenya highlands and a walk among the tea fields.
Tea as far as the eye can see.

 After an inspiring walk, it's time for a cup of locally grown tea.

Let's have a seat and a cuppa. The weather here in the highlands is
pleasant so a hot drink is welcoming even on a warm afternoon.

Kati's Photo Challenge Week 2

childhood

macro

upside down

jewelry

flower

shadow

red, white and blue.

Happy Flag Day! (thank you Betsey Ross)

Please visit Kati's blog to see others who have joined in

Kati's June photo challenge!

stormy weather

I just happened to take photos of a big storm we had last week,

though I had forgotten the subject of Donna's next photo challenge.

Here's my two views of the rain, captured as dusk began to fall.

Then we had another afternoon storm … actually we have one nearly every day now.
This was taken during torrential rain, though you would hardly know!

I especially love looking at the rapidly changing sky as the storm advances.

Please go visit Donna's Monthly Photo Challenge.

You might like to join in!

the gift of giving

A firm knock sounded at the office door where I worked in a hospital baby nursery. A well-dressed, good looking young man of 10 stood at the door grasping a huge basket filled with gifts.

His mom and siblings stood at a distance as he announced to us that he had been born in this hospital that day, in the morning, 10 years before. He was on the way to his birthday party and would be getting presents, but first he wanted to give somebody else a gift. Could we find a baby boy who had been born between 8 am and noon and please give the basket to him?

We had just the right baby, one whose family could really be helped by such a gift––a basket filled with baby supplies, a soft blanket and a baby boy outfit. I wish I could have told the birthday boy of the delight on the faces of that baby's parents when I walked into their room with the overflowing basket, and the gratitude they expressed to an unknown friend.

If I could find him, I'd also thank his mom for teaching him the joy of giving. He's probably 20 by now, and my guess is he still has the gift of giving. "Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old[er]  he will not depart from it." (Proverbs 22:6)

week 1 photo a day challenge

Kati's photo challenge for this week:

(in order:) leaf, favorite color (green and pink), weather, 

on the wall, sunglasses, dot, and water.

Please visit Kati's blog to see other photos for this fun challenge.