Posted in CBW, Photo challenge

CBW: Mural


This beautiful mural is made by Robin Nas, aka. Zenk One, as part of the Blind Walls Gallery in Breda, the Netherlands.

Brave as a lion is a tribute to Godevaert Montens, mayor of Breda from 1580-1581 and 1596-1602. He is known for his supposed heroic actions in 1581. During the fury of Houtepen he led a group of Breda citizen soldiers into battle against the Spanish troops. Unfortunately Breda was no match for the Spanish soldiers. The troops plundered, killed, raped and looted the city and its citizens. Volunteers were needed to clean up the remains of 584 dead civilians.

Check out the other entries at Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge



Posted in CBW, Photo challenge

CBW: Isolated Object



Little red bug, oh so cute,
Here’s a black spot for your suit…

— Susan M. Paprocki

Check out the other entries at Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge


Posted in Africa

Faces of Africa – 43

Pretty in red.

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Posted in Inspiration, Stories, Writing

The Way to Happiness

Kellie Elmore has challenged us with a new Free Write Friday Time & Place Scenario

You find yourself in an elevator. The door closes and you see only five buttons. A sign hangs above them that reads: “Find Happiness.” Each button is a different color. Red, blue, green, orange and yellow. There are no other instructions and you must push one to get the elevator to move. Which color do you choose and why? Where does it take you?

Here’s my story:

She stood dead still, hardly breathing. The entrance was right in front of her and all she had to do was step forward. But her feet would not move. Tendrils of doubt were pulling her back. Back towards her old life. Back towards certainty. No! The steel doors hissed with impatience. She looked at the desk, where the clerk was watching her. His eyes tried to burn their way through her spine, but she ignored the pressure.

The hallway was huge. A cold draft twirled through the many layers of her consciousness. Loneliness struck hard. There was nothing for her here. Upstairs would be people. And coffee! Squaring her shoulders, she stepped forward, straight into the gaping maw of the elevator. With an impatient snap, the doors closed and absorbed her. Like a birth canal.

Eighth floor, the instruction said. The intricate carvings on the elevator wall entangled her thoughts with Celtic patterns. She traced the lines with her index finger until she came upon the control panel. Five buttons. The bright colors clashed with the wooden interior in the diffused light. Only five? Impossible! When she looked closer, she discovered an inscription that said ‘Find happiness’.

Find happiness? Was this some kind of joke? She thought of her parents, who had been so worried when she told them about her plans to find work in the city. Moving out. She could still feel the tears in her father’s farewell hug.

Happiness, she could use a bit of that. She would give anything for a moment of wellness. The gray of the past weeks was too overwhelming, was shutting her emotions down until only despair remained. Her bank account was almost empty; there was only enough left for one month’s rent. Now focus, you need this job! Five colors for happiness.

The warm red glowed under her fingers, pulsing to the beat of the blood in her veins. Cool blue, calming her troubled mind. Nature’s green, reminding her of the woods where she used to walk with her dad. The fruity orange of the orchard. A sunny glow of bright yellow. Her heart responded. She had missed the colors in her life so much of late. But which button should she choose? Why couldn’t there be a simple 8?

Suddenly a myriad of lights melted together into one flame, that burned the darkness away. It was as if a shroud of doubts was lifted. One color was missing in these rainbow buttons! The one hue that colored her mother’s eyes. The one color that created her own name. She turned her back on the bright panel and blindly grabbed for the button that would release her from this prison. The one she simply knew would be there. It was the purple button that opened the only door back to happiness. To herself.

Violet went home.


Posted in Culture/History, Haiku, Nature, Photo, Photo challenge

Travel theme: International Women’s Day

This week’s theme is wide open for however you want to celebrate the woman or women in your life, or all women in general.

My choice is this flower, as symbol for the heart that beats strong in every woman!


red is the heart beat

of all mothers and daughters

women of the world



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Let’s celebrate International Women’s Day together at Ailsa’s Where’s my backpack?

Posted in Border hopping, News

Skyscrapers Dressed In Japanese Colors

Tomorrow – April 4th, 2011 – skyscrapers in seven countries will light up in the colors of the Japanse flag, to show their solidarity with Japan and its fight against the effects of the earthquake, tsunami and nuclear incidents.

This initiative was taken by the Empire State Building in New York, that adopts meaningful colors each night. The managers of the American skyscraper invited iconic skyscrapers of Canada, China, Great Britain, South Korea, Malaysia and New Zealand to join this initiative.

Empire State Building May 2010 during our trip to New York

With this action, they want to create consciousness for the efforts to help Japan after the disasters. The damage has been estimated at 300 billion US dollars – 6 percent of the gross national product of Japan.

The Japanese government is considering not to rebuild residential areas that were destroyed by the earthquake and tsunami of March 11, and in stead moving the inhabitants to upland – safer -areas. There will be resistance to this mass evacuation, since many people have lived in the coastal areas all their lives.

Over twelve thousand victims, three thousand injured and fifteen thousand people still missing. In stead of only the skyscrapers dressing in red and white, the whole world should. Awareness of people in need, in pain and fear needs to become our daily concern!