Symbols seem to pop out of our surroundings, sometimes to give us a sign, or at least that's what I think. Today marks the three-year passing of my husband, who was taken from my family and me much too early. I found this heart yesterday on a nearby street.
Unfortunately, it's not often that you see really nice individual mailboxes here. Only one of these cheery red mailboxes seems to have suffered some damage.
Here we go again. Another take on Belgrade's newest, almost-completed bridge that the city let people walk over two weeks ago. It was really hot, but you could get great photos of places along the river that otherwise you couldn't. I showed you this bridge here and here.
When reminded of Winston Churchill's comment on France, "How can you govern a country with 300 cheeses?" Charles de Gaulle retorted: "There are at least 350."
Big, fat, red sun on its way down over the Sava River in New Belgrade.
"Welcome to the Ice Age," reads the sign on this Costa Coffee window. And it's a clean window, too, thanks to this little girl and her father.
Some people believe that nothing is eternal, that nothing lasts forever. It's true that material things, no matter how indestructible they seem, one day will fall apart, erode away, disintegrate; in short, disappear. Sooner or later people disappear too, no matter how much we want them to be with us forever. Today marks the day my husband suffered a stroke that led to his leaving us much too soon. I'd like to think that it was only his physical self that is gone, and that he is somehow still around. Part of him lives on in his baby granddaughter, Mila, who by coincidence, turns one month old today. Above are my son and daughter-in-law's wedding rings, dangling from Mila's toes. May they, and my daughter and her husband, all live long and happy lives.
Nothing like airing out your clothing to get them sweet-smelling....and perhaps full of cat hair.
Do you walk against the red light sometimes? I do.... Now that many people are on vacation, this normally very busy street has less traffic.
There exist cultural bridges that come in all forms, from institutions to online websites like Serbia's Ambassador to the World," and of course, people, like my friends and I above in 1968 when we were students (that's our director) there, too, in Aix-en-Provence in 1968. I am on the right. We all met up in Napa, if you remember from a couple of photos like this one taken last summer. All of us pictured, including our director now in his 80's and wife, who kept up with all of us are, like you photo bloggers, cultural bridges.
Near the same market where I snapped this other Reflections photo, I came across this ingenious new windshield wiper! Soft, easy on the glass. But what I like best is the little sign to the right that reads, "Autolinea Auto Parts", along with an address. I think I'll hope right over and get myself a pair of these.
Walking back home from viewing the eclipse the other night, I passed these young people in our park.
