Moving Friendly Friday

• Manja Maksimovič

Amanda has chosen a great topic this week again. It’s moving how her moving is moving Friendly Friday into my arms again.

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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.

  • I’ve learned from American movies that you need to put a plant in the car when moving so I did it. One, at least. My orchid at the finish. (Windows are dirty for a reason. Moving away is a dirty business.)
  • How I used to move around. I’ve had much too many punctures from thorny seeds.
  • How I never moved around but would love to. Niki de Saint Phalle’s Nana in the back, Capalbio.
  • How I’ll never move around. Funny how I took only this one photo of this car and don’t even remember the rest.
  • But I took at least two photos of this one. Father’s friend in Nova vas telling us he used to have one just like this. Citroën 2CV.
  • How you can move around Lake Bled, one of Slovenian jewels. Julian Alps in the back.
  • How people have been moving on the water from the early days. Porto Ercole.
  • How we never stop inventing new ways to move. Learning to sup in Piran.
  • How we often are what this nice sign in Pisa claims we are.
  • How I stomped around Firenze. One of my favourite moving photos.
  • How tired you are after walking around Rome all day. With parents on their first visit to Rome in 2013. Photo: Amore.
  • How great it is to move this way, they say (never tried). Slovenian Istria.
  • Not moving now but see it rise. Monticiano.
  • They know. They are local. From my favourite photo series.
  • Whereas these are winter visitors. They are here already. I’ll see them in a few hours.
  • And in a month it will be like this again. Back up and to the right.
  • Whizzing past northern Italy.
  • Where Fabrizio used to live but then moved out. A nod to a favourite blogger. (Not his real place. I’m not a stalker.)
  • Actual footage of an actual hunter and his actual dog chasing an actual boar. This path leads to the beach. Look how green it gets in December.
  • Better get a move on.

For Friendly Friday Photo Challenge hosted by Amanda from Something to Ponder About: Moving

32 thoughts on “Moving Friendly Friday”

  4. 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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    1. 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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  9. 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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    1. 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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