We just got back from a week in Italy. If you can only make one trip in your life... Italy should be on your short list! These first photos are from a little cafe in an alleyway. It was so charming, we ate there after they opened.
I'M MOVING TO GERMANY FROM TEXAS! I was born and raised in Texas, and lived there all my life. My husband's work has recently brought us to Germany, and I have fallen in love with this beautiful country and her lovely people. I am sharing my experiences here with all who share my enchantment with this old and wonderful place.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Monday, October 5, 2015
Frankfurt Germany, I Love Your Many Faces
There are such old places in Frankfurt, and they are intriguing and stunning. There are also beautiful sleek and shiny places. Each type has its' own personality, its' unique alluring charm.
Saturday, October 3, 2015
Sometimes I Like to Throw in Images From the States
There are so many interesting places and subjects in the world to take photos of! One of my favorite places is New Orleans. One of the things I love about New Orleans is that there really is not as much attention paid to "who" you are...
I also love the "barge houses" of New Orleans. Barge houses were built back in the 1800's from "barge board." Barge boards are thick boards of pine or poplar trees used to build the barges that were commonly used in the 1800's to build long flatboat barges to float Northern goods and people down the Mississippi River by current. The boards were about two inches thick, and at least a foot wide, and sometimes as wide as 30 inches! They were in many cases 20-30 feet long. At the end of each journey the barges were taken apart and sold for lumber.
The characteristic which definitively designated a piece of lumber as coming from one of these barges is the holes which are bored through them, through which ropes were used to lash the flatboats together. One of our presidents is known to have made two trips to New Orleans on such a flatboat, that president was Abraham Lincoln, the trips were made in 1828, and 1831.
Now many of the famous old homes in and around New Orleans are built of these old timbers. Of course they are long and narrow, just as the barges were. The topic of my post today is a little more specific, the colors that houses are painted are so colorful, and the mill work is always beautiful. I love the porches, and while walking from my sister-in-law's house, (yes, her's is a beautifully restored barge house,) I photographed some of the porches I passed. These images please me...
I also love the "barge houses" of New Orleans. Barge houses were built back in the 1800's from "barge board." Barge boards are thick boards of pine or poplar trees used to build the barges that were commonly used in the 1800's to build long flatboat barges to float Northern goods and people down the Mississippi River by current. The boards were about two inches thick, and at least a foot wide, and sometimes as wide as 30 inches! They were in many cases 20-30 feet long. At the end of each journey the barges were taken apart and sold for lumber.
The characteristic which definitively designated a piece of lumber as coming from one of these barges is the holes which are bored through them, through which ropes were used to lash the flatboats together. One of our presidents is known to have made two trips to New Orleans on such a flatboat, that president was Abraham Lincoln, the trips were made in 1828, and 1831.
Now many of the famous old homes in and around New Orleans are built of these old timbers. Of course they are long and narrow, just as the barges were. The topic of my post today is a little more specific, the colors that houses are painted are so colorful, and the mill work is always beautiful. I love the porches, and while walking from my sister-in-law's house, (yes, her's is a beautifully restored barge house,) I photographed some of the porches I passed. These images please me...
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Sometimes the Smallest Things Lift Me So Much
This morning I had to catch the train to the doctor's office, and I was feeling less than great. As I walked up on the platform a lovely German lady down the way was singing, "oh what a beautiful morning," as she walked up to a group of women. I "moseied" down that way. "Moseied" is a good cowboy word from Texas meaning strolling nonchalantly...
I sat down, and even though I could not understand most of what they were saying, I understood that these women were all good friends, and off on an adventure together. Women understand the sounds of long standing friendship... and when I had listened awhile I felt so much better. It was almost like I was a part of the group, so I asked them if I could take their picture. As I knew they would, they consented. I didn't learn a single name, because at about that time the train arrived, but it didn't matter.
My love of Germany is founded in so many things, the beauty of nature here, the Germans' love of flowers and growing things, the architecture, the history, the castles and other beautiful places... but most of all the people...
I sat down, and even though I could not understand most of what they were saying, I understood that these women were all good friends, and off on an adventure together. Women understand the sounds of long standing friendship... and when I had listened awhile I felt so much better. It was almost like I was a part of the group, so I asked them if I could take their picture. As I knew they would, they consented. I didn't learn a single name, because at about that time the train arrived, but it didn't matter.
My love of Germany is founded in so many things, the beauty of nature here, the Germans' love of flowers and growing things, the architecture, the history, the castles and other beautiful places... but most of all the people...
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