Another voyage in space and time. Scotty has taken the day off. I hope the ship will run smoothly. Otherwise we may all be trapped forever in a distant parallel universe. Above: an art gallery at Place des Vosges, Paris. c. 2015.
Angry panda. Bogotá, Colombia. c. 2016.
17th century street art. Tlalpan, Mexico city. c.2017.
Clown triggerfish, by my sister, Gaëlle. c. 1995.
African mask. Most likely Congo, first half of the 20th century. Brussels. c. 2010. (Dates are approximated. Scotty hasn’t fixed the timer. But rest assured, the engines seem to be working fine.)
Regina. (Queen in Latin). Montmartre. Early 21st century. (Oh. Oh. Timer seems to be screwing up…) Just reminded me of a Victor Hugo poem: “L’oeil était dans la tombe et regardait Caïn”. The Eye was inside the tomb and looked at Caïn. Caïn is pursued for his crime across the earth by the Eye of God. No matter how many walls Caïn builds, the Eye still finds his way in until Caïn has a tomb built to hide inside. And yet, even within the forever closed tomb, the Eye is inside the tomb and looks at Caïn. (I knew there was something weird in the orange juice this morning…)
Knight templar. A Poor fellow soldier of Christ and the Order of the Temple of Solomon. 12th century. Sketch by my mother Renée. Late 20th century. (Mental note to Scotty: fix the bl..dy timer…)
Mexico city. Roma district. Kindergarten school. About a month ago. The Roma district was one of the (many) areas most affected by the Earthquake. (Mental note to Dragos: did I already post that one?)
That is not a Magritte. Paris, right bank between Grand Palais and Concorde. Time unknown.
That is a Magritte. Magritte museum, Brussels. c. 2010. All rights reserved, etc.
Gwalior state, India, c.1899. Left to right: my great-grandfather, Henry-Felix Onraët, a few months before his death, age 57; Marthe Goutière, a cousin who would become a nurse in WWI; little Irene Onraët, my grandaunt (the prettiest one); my great-grandmother, Wilhelmine, née Goutière; granduncle Philippe Onraët, six or seven then. In the late 19th, early 20th century, little boys were dressed as little girls with skirts and long hair until they were 6 or 7. Long before Genre theory.
Captain and crew thank you for hopping on board Equinoxio Time-Space shuttle. Can’t guarantee the exact time of your unboarding. You might be late for an appointment or two. Plus or minus a few weeks. Have an excellent 25 of November week-end.
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a lovely post again Brian and I don’t think you posted that pic before, even if you did, they’re always so lovely to look at. I love these time warps, flying along is always a treat ❤
Have a lovely week-end Kim.
I will come Sunday at 5:01😊
November 25? Does this mean we miss overeating on Thanksgiving Day?
I understand Thanksgiving has been suspended by the last presidential decree, on the argument that since most turkeys were imported this affected America greatly. 😉
I admit I was fascinated by the first photo of the large face. The thing that drew my attention was the base made of posts. That implies that the face must weigh quite a large amount. The last time I used posts like that I was blocking up my 19,000 fifth wheel RV. 🤔😃 Hugs
Yes it must weigh quite a bit. The sculpture seems to be in bronze if I recall, and is about 5+ feet tall…
Bronze, wow, I got that wrong. I thought it was a huge wood carving. 🙂 Hugs
🙂 Nope. Bronze. Probably because the original heads this sculpture refers to (From benin, Africa) were in bronze. Though much smaller. Be good.
Lovely photographs. I have been for a guided tour recently and they explained us the reason of why the boys were dressed as girls until they were sent to school. It comes out the reason was kidnapping. The boys were heirs to the title and property, particularly the land, and often got kidnapped. I would never thought about that.
Neither would I. Actually my father was born in 1918 and had long hair for 2 or 3 years… Then the custom faded away. How interesting. Thank you.
I too know a few families who didn’t cut their boys’ hair until they went to school. It was in the 1970s 🙂
Yeah. My brother, with my nephew. But that was post-68. 🙂
Yes, the teenage boys also used to wear that shoulder length hair in summer. Had to cut it off by September though 🙂
Yes. I remember my seniro year of high school. The math teacher sent us to the barber every two weeks. Girls could not wear trousers or mini-skirts in class and had to have their hair tied in a pony tail… Tsss.
Ah good old times 😉 Our teacher measured the distance from our knee to our skirt hem 🙂
I can imagine… Which is what I say to all young women: they have no idea what it was like. 😉
17th century street art! Now you are just showing off! 😉
You caught me there. 😉 A half joke really. The building as the whole area here is mostly 16th/17th century. Right after the Spanish conquest of Mexico. The drawing of the angel is probably contemporary but done according to the style of that period. 😉
Have a lovely Sunday. (Wow! Sun’s just come out after days of constant downpour!)
It’s beautiful and perfect here. Headed to the park to enjoy it.
Enjoy the park.
Not much here is that old. Never gets old seeing historical stuff when I travel. It really puts things into perspective about how young our country is.
Yeah. The oldest buildings in the US are in Virginia, or New England, right?
Yes. There might be a few things down in Florida but mostly anything that lasted of permanence is in the northeast. (Not counting Native American and Hawaiian naturally.)
Got here quite late, sorry, been having serious health problems with my new kitty Lily and she’s still not out of the woods yet.
The photo of the Roma kindergarden art doesn’t look familiar but you know my memory loves to fail me. It’s a nice one nonetheless, deserves to be posted multiple times.
I also like the panda, they “built” the drawing around the crack.
The knight sketch too.
I remember grandaunt Irene, pretty at all ages. 🙂
Enjoy a lovely, safe Sunday! 😉
Multumesc Dragos. I was wondering whether you might have fallen for a new kitty. I sincerely hope Lilly will be fine. How old is she? And what is wrong with her? Best wishes for a prompt recovery.
Found Lily in the garden on August 10. She might be one year old, give or take a few months – can’t know for sure. Dunno what happened, the vet said something about her lungs, pneumonia or similar. She used to cough, wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t move from her place, wouldn’t purr. Three subsequent sessions of IV, Saturday she seemed better, no more fever, Sunday she slept next to the radiator through the whole day and today the vet said she still has fever. Dunno what to do anymore, where to go to.
If you go to my old blog you’ll find a new widget with short movies of Lily and her new companion Ursu (Eng: Bear).
Thank you for the good wishes.
Ursu sounds like Ours. 🙂
(Can you send me the link, I can’t find your old blog in my files)
I really hope Lilly will get well my friend.
Oui, il est un vrai ours. Un ours noir. 🙂
(our language has borrowed many words from other languages, most of them being translated phonetically)
Blog is still here. Videos are on Vimeo.
Pneumonia is tricky, fever oscillates and treatment takes two weeks or more. And this cold weather doesn’t help at all. Still hoping for the best. Merci beaucoup!
Probably the same Latin root. Ursus? Hang on with the treatment. Cats are strong. Saw a few videos. Lilly is very cute. Now Ursu? Is that the white kitty? (And your graden looks like a jungle. Very nice)
Ha, Ursus is a local beer brand. 😆 Yeah, they don’t call’em roots for nothing. 😉
Today I got pills for the next five days, no more injections. Lily seems to slowly get better, fever’s down – knock on wood.
Ursu is the black massive male in the last three videos (see the names in the widget). The white one is the nemesis, clawed Lily in the eye a few days after I found her; luckily she didn’t lose the eye but she needed treatment for it too.
That garden is just unattended for, bad soil doesn’t help so I just let it be. Weeds do grow but vegetables and flowers not so much. Indeed it does look like a jungle, I myself call it like that sometimes. 🙂
Every day more is a good step. Found Ursu. The words ambuscada and fugitiv are clear enough.
I just knocked on my forehead. (For wood)
Despite his size and probably age Ursu is quite playful, guess you saw him playing with that fish before eating it. 🙂 His eye is also better now after the treatment. Became more friendly too. Not sure what will happen when Lily will be allowed to go out, I’m afraid Ursu might claim the garden as his territory and chase Lily out; that would be bad because she longs for her freedom, been confined inside for too long. Oh well, we’ll see. 😉
Haha, good one, knocking. 😆 I do that often too. 😉
All in due time. Let’s get Lilly well, and then you’ll see.
True, but a little planning ahead wouldn’t hurt. 😉
Here I am, hijacking the topic for the n-th time. Gotta stop. 😳
Another intriguing potpourri. I visited the Magritte Museum a few years ago. Love the blue sky and clouds.
It is a great museum. Magritte was a true genius. Clouds were one his “tricks” but I also like his starry nights.
great pix guglu!