Indeed, moving can mean a different thing to different people at different times. Obviously Amanda is busy with her actual move to their new home, that’s why I will help her and host Friendly Friday both times in November when it’s her turn, starting in two weeks.
But today here is a collection of means and symbols of movement as I see it.
Even though I believe movement is one of the keys of life, I only moved out of the street where I was born when I moved to Tuscany, six years ago.
I’ve been moving up and down ever since and soon the time will come to do it again. Physically, that is. With the carpet that is my mind (and my blog) I can do it perpetually.
Not that here or there is better, it’s in this hopping to and fro where the luxury lurks.
Which reminds me of all that hopping between Denmark and Sweden in Bron/Broen. Yes, I’ve finished Season 1 of The Bridge. And now I’m hooked.
Manja, you moved blog again! (Which, I guess, is in tune with the post?) Thanks a lot for the kind words… I love how my homonymous compadre didn’t bother put his surname on the doorbell. As if there could be no other Fabrizio but him. Individualism is a bit of a trait amongst us Fabrizios.
Hehe, Fabrizio, I can see this individualism. Well, I’ve had this blog for a couple of months now. I fill them up, what can I do? But it’s good to freshen things up. This Fabrizio is a romano, I pass his door every time I visit amore’s father. I always think of you and the last time I was there I clicked. Thanks for sticking around.
Your post is moving! I love the way the frame passes over the photo of Lake Bled as I scroll down with my mouse! And I do want to go on the Gondola on that lake one day. It must be so exciting to head towards that snow capped mountain range on the highway. I would be so excited!!!
Hahaha, yes I might be something of that 😉 The clue is to not own so many things. I am looking forward to one day being in a place where I don’t want too move though.
Thanks, Joanne. 🙂 I realise now that it sounds wrong: I won’t be moving soon, I’ll just be on the move again as you aptly say, from here back to Slovenia for a week, nothing other. Sorry for the confusion.
Ohh, Sandy, I’m always on the side of the boar. If you look at the last photo, this is how we ran away before any kill could occur. None of us is a fan. Bestia is especially upset when he hears the shots, even through closed windows at home. But this – Maremma in Tuscany – is a traditional boar-hunting territory and a boar is a symbol of this region. I say all this but then I get a stew or salami and eat it. 😦
I live the bicycle and the birds on the wire.
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Thanks, Dan. To live, to love, all comes down to one and the same. 😉
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I’m glad you understand my typos.
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Wonderful collection, Manja! If I am to chose only one – it is the birds!
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Thank you, Leya. But of course you shouldn’t choose only one, then the others will be sad. 😉 All are for you!
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😀 😀 😀 I would never make anyone said if I could avoid it…
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Great series of photos!
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Thank you, Sheree. 🙂 Always having much fun with these compilation posts.
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Manja, you moved blog again! (Which, I guess, is in tune with the post?) Thanks a lot for the kind words… I love how my homonymous compadre didn’t bother put his surname on the doorbell. As if there could be no other Fabrizio but him. Individualism is a bit of a trait amongst us Fabrizios.
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Hehe, Fabrizio, I can see this individualism. Well, I’ve had this blog for a couple of months now. I fill them up, what can I do? But it’s good to freshen things up. This Fabrizio is a romano, I pass his door every time I visit amore’s father. I always think of you and the last time I was there I clicked. Thanks for sticking around.
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Love all these photos, Manja. I did get a kick out of your father’s friends shoes matching that car. He must really miss it.
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Hihi, Lois, I love this kind of random matches as well. 🙂 Thank you!
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Love these movements. Honesty, I cannot make up my mind which I love best.
The hunter is stunning, as well as the Alps, that bike, the orchids and the birds. A stunning collection, Manja.
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Jaaa, I love it the most when I can’t choose too. Thank you, Bojana. I think the point is in the totality.
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Such a fun collection Manja! Love these various moments. 🙂
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Thank you, Amy, I’m glad you do. 🙂
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I love that last photo. Morning (?) shadows, mossy path, a man and his dog. Wonderful
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Thank you, I. J. Hm… I had a look and it says that the photo was taken at 1 pm. Doesn’t seem right. But the winter light may shine in this way.
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Your post is moving! I love the way the frame passes over the photo of Lake Bled as I scroll down with my mouse! And I do want to go on the Gondola on that lake one day. It must be so exciting to head towards that snow capped mountain range on the highway. I would be so excited!!!
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Returning home for the first time after moving away was truly exciting but then my parents only had the eyes for the dog. 😀
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Everyone loves to fawn over dogs and the dogs love it too!!
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The photo of Lake Bled makes me want to go there, great photo! Great post 🙂 I’ve moved many many times, more than 30..
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Thank you, Maria. 🙂 I cannot even imagine how that must be like. You’re a moving pro! 😉
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Hahaha, yes I might be something of that 😉 The clue is to not own so many things. I am looking forward to one day being in a place where I don’t want too move though.
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A great theme for someone like you who is always on the move 🙂
Are we to infer from your comment at the beginning that you are going to be moving (physically)?
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Thanks, Joanne. 🙂 I realise now that it sounds wrong: I won’t be moving soon, I’ll just be on the move again as you aptly say, from here back to Slovenia for a week, nothing other. Sorry for the confusion.
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Aha – that’s what I thought, but I checked anyway just to be sure. It seems that everyone is on the move lately!!
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Actual hunter and actual dog chasing an actual BOAR! That’s not something I see everyday. I hope you didn’t have to see the actual kill.
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Ohh, Sandy, I’m always on the side of the boar. If you look at the last photo, this is how we ran away before any kill could occur. None of us is a fan. Bestia is especially upset when he hears the shots, even through closed windows at home. But this – Maremma in Tuscany – is a traditional boar-hunting territory and a boar is a symbol of this region. I say all this but then I get a stew or salami and eat it. 😦
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As always, what a beautiful and fun collection with a wonderful story! My favorite- the birds on the wires…brilliant capture.
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Thank you so much, Moon. 🙂 Enjoy the fun days ahead!
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