Month: August 2012
Have you ever been in that place where you know you should be grateful, and full of appreciation, and really soaking it all in, but instead, you are just dull? Numb? It happens all too often. Overwhelmed with excitement, gratitude, and awe…for a while. And then it’s gone.
If you’re rolling your eyes, or shaking your head in disgust, go on, move along now. No reason to read further. But if you get it, if you’ve had that same thing happen again and again, pull up a chair and read on. In a foreign country over a dozen times now, some visits lasting as long as three weeks, a number of people have asked, “What do you do all day, in the hotel, while your husband is working?”
It’s easier to talk about what you don’t do. There’s no dishes, laundry or housework. Although there have been occasions to hand wash a load in the bathtub and leave it hanging all over the bathroom to dry.
Having no kitchen can get old. The garden back home overflows with tomatoes as this is written. Tomatoes would be picked and chopped and mixed with fresh garlic and basil to roast over some french bread. Back home. In the kitchen.
But here there is no garden. There are no projects, like at home; no big shelves to refinish, no funky pants to sew, no quilt to tie, no plants to buy and put in before winter, no rooms to be painted, no wallpaper to hang.
As beautiful as it is here, appreciation for it is dwindling. Maybe travel isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Oh, it’s nice for a little spell, to see something new or enjoy unusual tastes and smells, languages and customs, art and scenery, shopping and all that. But maybe traveling closer to home would do; touring in the good ol’ USA. The west coast, the Grand Canyon, Mount Rushmore, Napa Valley, the Finger Lakes, and Adirondacks.
So here’s a look at another afternoon in Roskilde and some favorite places, but remember, they are all shot through a lens of haze and homesickness.
The square here has been transformed into an art gallery.
He is called “Bishop”.
And believe it or not, this is called Angelina Jolie.
This has to be one of the most majestic manmade things ever constructed, but impossible to capture with a camera, no matter how many shots are taken. It’s another angle of the Roskilde Cathedral.
This marina beckons daily; a beautiful walk.
Since I am spending the days by my lonesome I decided to share my morning’s adventure and do a spot of writing on my blog. First of all, thanks to all who enjoy reading my ramblings and looking over the images I capture. It is with sharing in mind that I take photos in the first place. It isn’t only the freezing of time, or the capture of a moment, it is also just the beauty of being able to share a simple, “Check this out!” It is as if I have you walking down the sidewalk with me, and I’m pointing to this or that and interrupting whatever you may be thinking or doing to show you something. Something as miniscule as a how the wild flowers are the exact same species here, but look a little different. Yes, this I will have to show you, since my companion didn’t think so. The Queen Anne’s lace is thicker here; not as wispy as ours is in the states.
So once again, allow me to bend your ear, your eye, your attention and humor me while I sketch a portrait of a Danish morning.
I should be writing. This is what I tell myself. I leave my room , or closet rather, so housekeeping can tidy up the place. I go to the cafeteria-like dining room and sit with my computer and coffee and work on my story. But I can’t concentrate. The sound of foreign sirens rings outside. (Link on right if you want to really be here with me…)
But that isn’t why I can’t concentrate. The trouble is I have kroner burning a whole in my pocket and thrift stores I haven’t visited since June. So after giving housekeeping a bit of time, I return to my room, ditch the computer, grab my camera and head out. I have twice the usual distance to walk; something I would have done well to remember before loading myself up with heavy bags of winter loot! But here’s the load I carried back:
Found this funky raspberry jacket made of felt, and this quilted thing isn’t a skirt (yet). It’s a big square that I found with the scarves. Looks like a good table cover to me. Or maybe a skirt.
Love this big suede belt! And underneath is a fabulous long dress in a heavy tweed-like fabric! Oh, and I almost forgot this necklace I found that should look awesome with it!
I guess I feel fall and winter coming on. I love to collect sweaters, belts, boots, and all things warm. But outside, it is still screaming summer. Even here in Denmark.
So there you have it. Another day in the Old World. Be sure you follow me if you want my blog posts to come to you automatically. And comments are cool. Don’t be shy. Next post I am thinking of sharing a teaser for the story I am working on. Click like if you’re interested.
I awoke this morning with these words in my head, “Give thanks to the Lord for He is Good! His Love Endures Forever! (yes, the caps are mine)
All around us, all the time, is the hush of creation. Driving in the early morning, I see God’s flower arrangements; weeds, and they take my breath away. So I grab my camera and try to capture a just little bit of the least of His tinkerings.
The petals on chickory have tiny little forks at the ends.
I would that men everywhere would give thanks.