Monday, November 24, 2008

Croatia and Slovenia photos

First snowfall, Bled, Slovenia. Nov. 24

What? Two days ago we were on the Adriatic coast, sun shining on palm trees, and it was 25 degrees! Bled, Slovenia (Nov. 24)

Morning sunshine, Zagreb, Croatia: Nov. 24

White coast, Hvar Island, Croatia, Nov. 22

Ferry ride from Dubrovnik, Croatia to Hvar Island, Nov. 20

Dubrovnik Old Town Walls, Nov. 18

Dubrovnik Old Town


Kris said...

I am a little disappointed to see that an adventurer has turned tourist and, naturally, developed a writer's block. Soul-mating must have had a profound effect on creativity. "This is how the world ends, not with a bang but with a whimper." - OK writers, who wrote that?

Catherine said...

Point taken: I have been preoccupied, and it's a lot easier to write when I'm alone, and even a bit miserable! But there's another factor, the privacy of another. Although I'm willing to share my thoughts with the world to some extent, there are others I will not, and the unsharable ones are uppermost in my mind these days. The photos are a stop-gap measure for when I can get up the next post. I'm working on one for the Balkans now.

Oh, and that's TS Eliot. But the world is not ending here!

Kris said...

Ouch..."This is not what I meant. This isn't it. At all." (Who wrote That one?"

Kris said...

This is one my favourite poems which I dedicate to you, chi oi.

I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I
Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ?
But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ?
Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ?
'Twas so ; but this, all pleasures fancies be ;
If ever any beauty I did see,
Which I desired, and got, 'twas but a dream of thee.

And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
Which watch not one another out of fear ;
For love all love of other sights controls,
And makes one little room an everywhere.
Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone ;
Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown ;
Let us possess one world ; each hath one, and is one.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
And true plain hearts do in the faces rest ;
Where can we find two better hemispheres
Without sharp north, without declining west ?
Whatever dies, was not mix'd equally ;
If our two loves be one, or thou and I
Love so alike that none can slacken, none can die.