in Cabo San Lucas…
This week, Jake’s Sunday Post is about City.
So I decided to do a photographic essay on my favorite city in the region I live. The city of Kirkland
Kirkland is a nice little city by Lake Washington
Full of parks
Cozy cafes serving delicious coffee,
little hidden shops
pedestrian crossings with flags that people actually use and drivers actually respect
and bronze statuses spread out throughout the city, including its traditional Cow and Dog statue that is always dressed up for the occasion
My dream house would be a house my the lake in Kirkland. It does not need to be a big house. Even an apartment would do if it has a view ;o)
This post was written in response to Jakesprinter’s Sunday Post: City
Not sure if those are the most delicious food in the world, but they certainly made me happy when I had them…
This post was created in response to Jakesprinter Sunday Post: Delicious.
I grew up in a house where we were a family of 5 people living on it (mommy, daddy, big sis, me, little bro) + a maid, her kids, a caretaker, once a week a cleaning person, and several dogs.
And I used to share a room with my sister.
That all meant that one of the hardest things to find at home was privacy and alone time.
So my favorite spot has always been one where I could find myself alone for a few minutes. During my teenage years, it was the bathroom (and currently maybe it’s starting to be the bathroom again, although with the kids, sometimes I can’t find privacy even there… :-S )
But when I was a kid, I was a little bit more creative about finding a favorite spot.
And my favorite spot during childhood was the best. It was at the friendly branches of a big mango tree.
Unfortunately I don’t have a good picture of that tree to share, but I was able to find one, where it appears in the background so I cropped it to be able to show it to you.
There’s even a funny story about it that I recently told my daughter.
I don’t remember how old we were, but still children and, during a fraternal fight, I called my sister bad names. My mom heard it and was furious, so she headed to the kitchen to grab some very hot pepper sauce to put a drop in my month, so I would learn not to say bad words anymore.
Well… as soon as she turned her back to go to the kitchen grab the thing, I darted to the tree, since I know climbing on trees was not something my mom would do. But instead of going to the regular branches, I decided to adventure myself going to one that was a bit harder to reach. I reached it! But then I did not know how to get out.
My mom was telling me to climb down, and after a lot of shouting and crying she was finally convinced that I really didn’t know how to. She didn’t know what to do either. My brother, always dramatic, started to light candles by the tree, saying that I would never be able to climb down and was going to die up there. My mom was almost using the pepper on him for that. Haha.
Then, she called the caretaker, who was not there on that day, but lived nearby, to take me out. He climbed up, held me and brought me down.
It was such a relieve that my mom gave up the pepper.
I was a bit desperate and got really frightened up there, but at least I got what I wanted, which was not to have the pepper. LOL
Then, during adulthood, when I was already past the mid twenties, I arrived home one day to find it cut. I was so sad and so mad. How could they have cut my tree!!!??? But it turned out it was sick and about to die anyways… Oh well…
At least it did served me and my siblings as a nice place to hide, play, read, study or just be by ourselves.
Human beings are social animals.
We need to be always surrounded by people. Sometimes on small gatherings with friends and family, some other times on big events with lots of people you don’t know (maybe just yet) around you.
Here are a few pictures of big events with huge gatherings of people:
This post was created in response to Jakesprinter Sunday Post: People.
Although we’re still in Summer (barely, actually. Last days!), Fall has been showing its colors for a few weeks now.
And I mean literally.
Because that’s one of the things Fall (or Autumn, if you wish) is about right?
Colors and fallen leaves.
I come from a place where we have only 2 seasons: hot and hotter. So we can’t really see much the difference between the typical calendar seasons.
12 years ago, I moved to the US and what impressed me the most on my first year (and still does, to be honest, but never as strongly as on that first year) was how we can actually see the seasons changing and especially how beautiful Fall is.
In one of the first times I went back home to visit family, I brought them some pictures. The last picture I took, just to finish up the film (yep, film) was of a tree all dressed up with the colors of Fall. I also brought the film with me in case someone in the family would like copies of any of the pictures. But I was actually expecting them to print copies of me and my husband on our new home. And they did, or course, but on my grandma’s list, I also saw the picture of the tree as one that she wanted a copy of. She was amazed by the beauty of it and wanted a record.
In the past few years, I was actually dreading Fall and seeing it as the worst season of the year, because, in spite of its beauty, it means that each day would be worse than the previous one in regards to weather and temperatures.
This year is different, though. I still don’t like the very short days and excess rain (which we get a LOT here in the Pacific Northwest), but after working out outdoors through summer, I must confess I’m looking forward for lower temperatures, in which we can do the same workout without all the sweating and smellyness that comes with hot weather.
And I still think it’s the most beautiful season of all, so this year I’m actually welcoming Fall.
So now, let’s cut the talking and go to the images. Those pictures were taken yesterday evening, when I went for a walk in the trails and gardens around my office building, with my Canon PowerShot SX110 IS.
This post was created in response to Jakesprinter Sunday Post: Autumn.