simply red

For Today's Flowers.

the big blue

Blue. Water. Sky.

Just pick a place and start enjoying. It doesn't have to be a beach. it can be, for example, like here: from the small cave turned into a church follow the underground passage and than prepare to wow: the sea has just opened up in front of your eyes. Oh, well, too bad thou that some other people discovered this place before you. Solitude, good-bye! Chitchat, be welcomed!

Watery Wednesday.

out in the open

Life without keys, with doors opened wide, not being bothered by the hungry look of the strangers, who peek inside, hoping to get a glimpse - at least! - of the authentic culture. Pots of flowers at every step, a chair and a table in front of every door - in case a neighbour comes by, to chat.

A life where all the dirty laundry are (literally) washed in public  would be unbearable for us.

We'd call this lack of privacy. They call this living in harmony.

As seen in Crete, for Today's Flowers.

week-end-run-away

So, have you decided where you run away for the weekend? Have you found you corner table, where you can sip a lemonade? Your little cozy place for sharing the latest news with your friends. Or simply a place from where you can just stare at the people and gossip about them (oh, the guilty pleasures of poisonous words!). So, have you? Than, enjoy it!
Have a great weekend, everyone!

sky watchers

"Oh, so you want to take a picture of us for Sky Watch friday?"
"Oh, no, of me not! I am not very photogenic!"
"Ooooh, that's awsome! We are going to be famous!"
"Don't mind her, she's dreaming of becoming a movie star ever since another guy took a picture of her last summer... Well, but pardon me for asking, what is Sky Watch Friday?"
"Do you always have to be so?"
"So like what?!"
"Like asking stupid questions!"
"What?! What did I ask? I just want to know!"
"And if you know, it's in vain in any case! It's not like we have a computer here or something..."
"Oh, man!"
"EXACTLY!"

Sky Watch Friday. In Crete.

sea of fish

Gazillions of tourists, gazillions of fish. The people go up and down the streets without a precise target, buying everything in their way, to throw it in the garbage later, at home. The fish just mind their own - very important - business.  

Watery Wednesday.

beware

In love and war, beware, my enemies, 'cause mercy is a word that I can't spell.









My world on Tuesday.

one Cretan morning

The roads took us to Crete, giving us no time to prepare, research or even think about it, but offering the gift of unexpected and discovery.

One Cretan morning we got up too early for the habit of the place, and went off snapping (stealing?) still images of a silent break of the day.

This post is for Today's flowers, but also for my friend Clarisa, with whom I agreed to post in counterpart Cretan and Portuguese doors and windows.