Zebras in High Heels

I am writing this as a follow up to my choice of a photo for my blog post 2 days ago. I wrote the blog and then searched my files for a suitable photo. My photo filles do not necessarily tell me where the specific photo came from. I chose a nice sharp photo for my post, really just to brighten up the scene. A nice photo of a zebra and kind of a twist to think of a zebra in high heels. Now thanks to one of my favorite readers, Anne in South Africa, I can attribute the photo to its rightful owner – thank you Anne in South Africa. And just to remind you of her excellent photography here is another shot.

Zebra in South Africa – photo by Anne ______
Magnificent horns – photo by Anne__________

MUGS TELL A STORY

Aah I mourn the loss of my mug collection. (Due to downsizing)

Anne's avatarSomething Over Tea

The mystery of these mugs from my archives is why they were photographed in the first place. I suspect that because drinking tea or coffee can be a sociable activity, I wished to share with my scattered family what I was doing at the time. I grew up using a cup and saucer for hot drinks, but soon found that mugs were a lot easier to use and so now only tend to bring out the cups for special occasions. [Note from the pandemic: what are those?].

The first mug holds my morning coffee enjoyed early in the morning in our garden. I like thin mugs and this particular one is rather special as it reminds me of my granddaughters. The giraffe is beautifully depicted – they count among my favourite animals in the wild. Almost out of the frame is a tiny block of cheese put on the tray…

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At Heaven’s door

Ramya Tantry's avatarAnd Miles to go before I sleep...

Imange credit: 8machineUnsplash

After what seemed an aeon, the door was finally visible.
Not sure how long I have been floating in this murky water,
Skin and flesh seemed to have withered away from my body.
Coming up to the gate as a skeleton – the most naked form of a human being
I wonder –
Will the heaven’s door open and accept me?
Or will I be knocking on Heaven’s door for eternity?


Joining Sadje in What do you see #122

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Thank You San Fernando

allenrizzi's avatarallenrizzi

SanFernando, California was my home in the early 1950’s. My parents had moved there from North Hollywood, after several failed attempts at a life in the states of Utah and Iowa. They purchased a new home in 1952 on North Orange Grove Avenue when I was only four years old. This was one of many tract homes built among old orange groves for the burgeoning population that would soon become known as commuters. Thus, in the fragrant orange blossoms, began my San Fernando experience.

The town of San Fernando is named for a saint and somewhat unbelievably many people in the 1950’s and 1960’s did not know that the San Fernando Valley was named for the town and not the other way around. My father constantly explained this to his out-of-state relatives and informed them as to where our home was exactly. Nevertheless, at the end of the day, most…

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Vintage China

My Grandmother’s tea set

To think that my maternal grandmother used this tea set approximately 100 years ago when she had family dinners or entertained in their home in Minneapolis Minnesota or Des Moines Iowa or Winchester Massachusetts. The tea set was saved and came down to one of her daughters, my Aunt Alice, and is now with my cousin Susan, a granddaughter. Susan has in turn contacted the widow of one of her brothers and this family member would like to have the tea set. I am glad that the tea set will have a new home with a family member. Tastes change with the generations and what is cherished by one generation is often discarded by the next. But this lovely tea set will live on.