Lost and Greek coffee

lost on the way to a short hiking trek
Bridge ahoy!
Voilà, Greek coffee! All is not lost!

One day in September 2015 I went on a new short cut to reach a place after examining the Google map and feeling confident. But soon I was lost and somewhat tired in the unusually sunny weather.

Being very new to this area I was a bit concerned with the wild creatures or other stuff. However, it was too late to turn back and I was stubborn and tenacious like a bull dog biting a piece of juicy meat and would not let go. So I plodded on and on despite the increasing heat of the day. I was expecting something refreshing, a sort of reward and bonus for my seemingly endless unrelenting efforts.

It was indeed worth it. This big Greek fair showed up (somewhere in USA) in a church at the end of my journey! And it was marvelous. I visited the stalls and ate all the goodies. Of course the coffee was a big bonus!

The moral of the story is: Be tenacious when you feel lost. Continue to expect good. You will get what you expect!

RDP Saturday: LOST

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three women in hats, an art, and a poem on hats

Cambodian girls with hats
foot masseurs in Cambodia

Someone sent me pictures taken in a rural seaside town in Cambodia. What interest me are the variety of hats the women wear. They wear modern western hats instead of the conical shaped hat they normally use to shield them from the sun and rain. The hats in the pictures add character while being functional as in the case of the fruit-vendor.

http://By Henri Matisse – http://www.sfmoma.org/explore/collection/artwork/213, PD-US, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14899126

I decide to include The Woman with a Hat (1905) above as a treat. Can you accept the splashing of paints on the hat? I still cannot figure out the stuff in her hat which seems heavily loaded for her head.

Analysis quoted : “Matisse attacked conventional portraiture with this image of his wife. Amelie’s pose and dress are typical for the day, but Matisse roughly applied brilliant color across her face, hat, dress, and even the background. This shocked his contemporaries when he sent the picture to the 1905 Salon d’Automne. Leo Stein called it, “the nastiest smear of paint I had ever seen,” yet he and Gertrude bought it for the importance they knew it would have to modern painting. “(https://www.theartstory.org/artist-matisse-henri-artworks.htm)

Henri Émile Benoît Matisse (31 December 1869 – 3 November 1954) was a French artist, known for both his use of colour and his fluid and original draughtsmanship. His mastery of the expressive language of colour and drawing, displayed in a body of work spanning over a half-century, won him recognition as a leading figure in modern art. (Wikipedia)

Well, what do you think of Matisse’s hat? I like the variety of shades in blue and green though.

Here is a sentimental old poet about his old hat, the last stanza from My Hat! – Poem by William Henry Ogilvie (21 August 1869 – 30 January 1963 / Kelso, Scotland)  (https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-hat/)

Though it wasn’t a hat you would bolt with

Or be anxious to borrow or hire,

It was useful to blindfold a colt with

Or handle a bit of barbed wire.

Though the world may have thought it improper

To wear such old rubbish as that,*

I’d have scorned the best London-made topper

In exchange for my old battered hat. 

*I won’t wear that rubbish on my head. LOL. (This blogger’s remark)

RDP Saturday: THREE

travel jewels: living things

If flowers could talk and tell me their stories

https://pwahpraise.wordpress.com/2018/03/08/if-flowers-could-talk-and-tell-me-their-stories/
https://pwahpraise.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/a-sweet-life/
https://pwahpraise.wordpress.com/2018/04/05/a-universal-language-smile/
https://pwahpraise.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/lets-twist-again-like-we-did-last-summer/
https://pwahpraise.wordpress.com/2018/04/20/natures-prolific-musical-attempt/
https://pwahpraise.wordpress.com/2018/04/28/portrait-of-a-fish-do-you-know-me/
https://pwahpraise.wordpress.com/2018/04/13/a-cool-model-of-unruffled-awakening/
https://pwahpraise.wordpress.com/2018/06/02/favorite-colors-trees-autumn-sky/
https://pwahpraise.wordpress.com/2018/05/13/a-place-i-may-decide-to-call-home/
https://pwahpraise.wordpress.com/2018/02/24/he-made-a-difference

Pull Up A Seat: or a bed?

traveler's table
A traveler sometimes just has to make do with the kind of table and seat you wouldn’t expect to see… But I have found them useful for my purpose during a recent fortnight’s visit somewhere.

Pull Up A Seat Photo Challenge Week #7

Pull Up a Seat Photo Challenge-Week 7

Let’s twist again, like we did last summer

Twisted

twisted
ladies’ fingers (okra)

When I see this week’s photo challenge, I think of Chubby Checker and his famous “Let’s twist again” which I randomly came across on YouTube last week. I also found a picture of an okra (ladies’ fingers) plant I took in 2014 in a remote Cambodian village resort. Somehow the two have come to my notice. Amazing match. So, here they are—please like.

https://youtu.be/eh8eb_ACLl8

Excerpts quoted from wikipedia:

“Let’s Twist Again” is a song written by Kal Mann and Dave Appell, and released as a single by Chubby Checker. One of the biggest hit singles of 1961, it reached No.8 on the U.S. Billboard pop chart (No.3 on Cash Box) in August of that year and subsequently reached No.2 in the U.K. in February 1962. The song refers to the Twist dance craze and Checker’s 1960 single “The Twist”, a two-time U.S. No.1 single (in September 1960 and again in January 1962 on re-release). Chubby Checker (birth name Ernest Evans; October 3, 1941) is an American rock n roll singer and dancer. He started performing at eight and introduced his version of “The Twist” at 16. By 22, he was a millionaire. He is widely known for popularising many dance styles including the twist dance style. He also popularized the “Limbo Rock” and its trademark limbo dance, as well as various dance styles such as The Fly.

a place I may decide to call home

A Place in the World
2018-05-13 airport After sending-off a friend, I waited at a fast food place at the entrance to the airport. When daybreak came I walked to my car and saw this picture from a distance. As I drive into the increasing light of the day, I think about how difficult it has been for the people in this land to change the system of half a century old. I have been told that this is the first time they manage to change against all odds, like peeling off the decayed leaking wine skin and replacing it with a new one, so that they can pour strong new wine into it. I have grown to like this place and have decided to stay a while longer.

unlikely charity, yet she smiles

Unlikely charity encountering reality.

I have not seen such irony before. This poor woman in the outback of a third world developing country in her late twenties who was given unwanted teddy bears in lieu of food continues to maintain her smile and gratitude. She seems to have cognitive challenges and has not gone to school. She lives alone in an old run-down house inherited from her parents who have passed away.

How did the teddies get there? We asked. A volunteer teacher who could communicate with her explained that some charity bodies came to the village and donated used toys among other stuff. That was how the left-behind teddy bears found their way into her home.

unlikely foodDuring our visit she just had her dinner, plain boiled rice with a small bowl of salt water. She proudly showed us the remaining half of the rice and something on the rice. She said it was half of a fish which she had saved for her next day’s meal. She happily declared that the fish was a gift from a kind neighbor.

Her smile remained bright and sunny as she waved goodbye.

Is this not an unlikely positive sunny story?

a cool model of unruffled awakening

Awakening February in green. awakeningFebruary
The season is a rather neutral thing. Human can become emotionally ruffled (angry/depressed/sad /raged/elated/happy/joyous) at the somewhat unexpected/unprepared fluctuations of  seasons/environments. But for plants, they are just faithful. No matter how the external environmental conditions may vary they draw from the inner perfectly programmed strength and orderliness imputed to them. Great role models for the human.

“…The Lord will open to you His good treasure, the heavens, to give the rain to your land in its season*, and to bless all the work of your hand. You shall lend to many nations, but you shall not borrow.” (Note 1)

“He shall be like a tree
Planted by the rivers of water,
That brings forth its fruit in its season*,
Whose leaf also shall not wither;
And whatever he does shall prosper.” (Note 2)

*time

time (of an event)

time (usual)

experiences, fortunes

occurrence, occasion

Notes: 1. Quoted from Book of Deuteronomy 28:12
2. Quoted from Book of Psalms 1:3

a universal language: smile poetry

 

One morning I met Smiles when I took a walk to the back of a restaurant. I was told that the owner employed widows to give them a home and a better living.

The local women are gentle and shy. We could not communicate so they smiled and I smiled. Smile is a good universal language. I thoroughly enjoyed the encounter and the food.

A HAIKU ~ON SMILE
i know we are friends
because you smile i smile too
willing to walk extra mile

If flowers could talk and tell me their stories

flower story“This is my Story. A story about flowers. When you see me now I am not what I have been. I have become an art piece.” I took this picture from an oil paint picture. The original picture came from a wall of a clinic which had since been sold. The owner has retired early and is now in a far away country. The picture is one of the several in my store. This one attracts me in the brilliance of the colors. Sometimes I wonder what the fresh flowers had really looked before they were captured in oil. If only this picture could talk and tell me the story of each flower. What are their names? Where are they from? How did they get captivated by the artist? Did he/she travel far to find such beauty? Did the artist leave them in the field while giving them a more permanent home?

I have found the following poem titled “Flowers” which describes aptly the silent but comforting interaction between flowers and human. I can see the smiles on these flowers. Don’t you?

Flowers

© Pearlyn

They have no mouth, but seem to speak
A thousand words so mild and meek.

They have no eyes , but seem to see
And bury thoughts into me.

They have no ears, but seem to hear
All my cries, my every tear.

They have no arms, but seem to pat
When with worries my heart is fat.

They have no feet, but seem to walk
Along with me in my dreams and talk.

They, I know, are the flowers so nice
That spread their fragrance a million miles.

Grow a few and then you’ll know
How your life is fresh and new.

With a smile so broad, I thank my God,
Whose work to imagine is really too hard.

(Poem taken from: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/flowers)

he made a difference

a face in crowdA Face in the Crowd. Sometimes a face just stands out for no particular reason. It was quite a crowd in the restaurant and a rather busy day in the see-through kitchen where they made pizzas. I cannot remember whether the food was better than elsewhere but when I look at this picture now I can see that it has made an impact because of the face that stands out tall and seemingly confident and proficient in the trade. The decoration was good too and did make a difference. Yes, the food was good. I have enjoyed the company of good hospitable hosts.  Thank you all!