L-A and Pic and a Word #207: Waiting for a station

“He was waiting for a station just like some people wait for a train,” sings Michelle Shocked. I got my station seven years ago, no more waiting required.

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My station is a small one. Only regional trains stop here, while fast ones wheeze by regularly. Sometimes they carry tanks. Rome is 1h40 southeast, Pisa is 2h20 northwest, and that’s the farthest you can go without changing trains.

We had a most turbulent weekend with floods, hurricane winds and storms here in southern Tuscany. To see images of damaged trees, uncovered roofs and flooded fields so close to home is depressing. I can only imagine how birds must feel.

And then I look from my screen through the window and see a marvellous rainbow spanning over my entire field of vision. This is nature’s way of saying that it won’t leave without glimpses of beauty.

This is my station, and I’m not leaving either. (Well, I am for a week but I’ll be back. Time for the not-so-surprise visit to my parents for their round anniversary. See the addendum gallery below the main one.)

Here is a compilation of station photos from all years and all seasons, since this is where I regularly wait for amore who comes from Rome where he works. Which is great because waiting is the theme of two challenges this week (see the bottom of this post).


Here is a little addendum: the station in use. The first row are two photos with my first visitors back in 2013 when parents surprised me for my birthday, then it’s Man in Black ready to leave town for Rome and later to his desert, and finally my friends from Slovenia, a self-propelled married couple, who arrived after she won our card tournament the summer before.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Amy at THE WORLD IS A BOOK…: Waiting

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In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #207: Waiting

33 thoughts on “L-A and Pic and a Word #207: Waiting for a station

    1. Thanks, Bojana. Lovely to hear that he loves trains. 🙂 I’ll never forget that Munich was my first big city and how impressed I was when we had to take a train, a bus and a tram to go and hear Duran Duran in concert in the Olympiahalle from some suburbs where we were staying at uncle’s friend (in 1987).

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  1. A refreshing look into your life – again, Manja! Love the cat tree! And the reflections over and over again – Hope the flooding is over now. So sorry about everything in Venice too. Wishing you a great weekend.

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    1. Thank you so much, Leya. 🙂 Refreshing is a fine word. The water is slowly going back but now I can never tell when it will come back, or which wind will turn into a hurricane, or which clouds mean a terrible storm. We are ruined for life, or better our sense of security.

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    1. Thank you, Irma. Great to see that you’ve found me again. I suppose I do move around, at least my online presence. But I’ve lived in this town for almost seven years now and I have many photos of this station to choose from. Always welcome to return!

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