Hello Friends, Happy 8th of March! It is International Woman’s day. This is an old Communist holiday celebrating women. Men everywhere are lined up to buy flowers and other random gifts for their moms, daughters, wives, etc.
On my way out today to take pics for my photography Friday post, I past a flower shop. In hindsight, I should have taken a picture of all the people waiting outside for the flower arrangements. I was shocked at the number of adults and children outside standing and sitting where they could. Maybe next year.
I will take something to the mother-in-law tomorrow. She loves this holiday.
On to the pictures! I walked to the other side of the yellow bridge today. That is like the other side of the tracks in some towns. Lots of gypsy people live there. I met one gypsy lady today and she spoke English! This was her gate.
After I snapped a pic of her beautiful gate, she came out and a little boy followed but lagged behind. She was super friendly and just wanted to know why I was taking a photo of her home. I wish I had taken time to talk to her more. Another time.
This is the house next to hers, what contrast.
I was trying to beat the setting sun and the dark clouds that were threatening rain.
As I climbed the hill I got a nice glimpse of the looming clouds that hovered over the valley. The morning and most of the afternoon had been gorgeous. In the 60’s. I barely needed a jacket! And you can see from a few pics that laundry was hanging in lots of yards.
Some Baba had her naughty black stocking on the line here. 😉
Check out this creative clothes line! Whatever works.
Along the same line of thinking, there are some unorthodox shelters here for storing wood. I thought the first one here was rather a lovely idea.
It’s not like a gazebo would be used very often in the winter. What an ingenious seasonal use!
This one is quite inventive as well.
Lots of dogs were out to great walkers today. This old yellow lab was my favorite.
On the way home it started raining. I manged to snap just a few more pics worth posting. This lonely window in an empty old house was worth the time, and I liked the way it looked when I gave it the sepia treatment.
I headed down another road to make my way home. The hilly terrain here has inspired creative architecture.
By this time it was really raining, and I hurried on my way way. But I noticed the prettiest red gate and had to get one last photograph.
Hope you enjoyed the pics
and P.S. Thank you all for cheering me up yesterday!