Wednesday, September 18, 2013

they never got posted

I've been spending a lot of time lately sorting through pictures, swearing that from now on out, I should really restrict myself to take one, single photo when I come across something picturesque, because sorting through 30 more or less identical versions of, say, a breathtaking view is really a bitch.

That said, I did come across a couple of solitary gems, which, for one reason or another, I never found an excuse to post. So here you go: A traditional Danish lunch platter that Johan ordered ages ago and an old-fashioned sundae with a poppin' Maraschino.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

It looks like a diorama but it's totally real!

I think the top picture looks so eerie it makes me doubt I was ever really at the Giraffe Centre in Nairobi. Of course, the fact that visitors instinctually took to mouth-feeding the giraffes with food pellets (???), and the fact that those majestic beings shared their habitat with a clan of hillbilly warthogs didn't make the experience any less surreal.

Anyway, a bit of mid week zoology for you: These are Rothschild giraffes, discernible by their white over-knee stockings.


I can hardly contain my fondness for these guys. so much character. (I was all, yo Pumbaaaaaa!)

P.S. This really was a lovely experience. Humbling and solid fun all at once :O)

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Topography. (And laughing grandma).

I went to Sweden the weekend before last and got to hang out with family, inhale fresh country air, enjoy multiple meals and fikas every day and admire the view over the lake and harbor, which tends to strike me as increasingly beautiful and perfectly color-coordinated the older I get.

When I was a kid, I remember taking in the view of the lake outside my grandparents' house and thinking to myself: "This is Sweden". As most kids, I had very limited spatial imagination and couldn't grasp the idea that there'd be more Sweden behind the trees that marked a clear boundary on the horizon.

It would be kind of fun to sit down and make a map of how one remembers imagining places as a kid. How the routes you used to travel and the few regular destinations you had defined your imagination of space if not the entire world.



Here's my grandmother, cracking up :O)