The figs in my post for ‘Green’, two days ago, are starting to ripen. Today I ate the first one. Inside, it was deliciously pink and sweet.
February photo challenge: 26th Feb, Night
The “English Bridge” at night: the bridge itself is partly visible if you click to enlarge the photo. The lamppost is on the bridge but the buildings are to its left.
The “English Bridge” in Cairo was also known by its French name, Pont des Anglais. A few decades later it was nicknamed Kobri Badi’a after Madame Badi’a who taught belly dancing in a cabaret near the bridge, and then in the 1950s it was known as Evacuation Bridge for the British who were being chased out of Egypt. Its Egyptian name is Kobri Al Gala’a, or El Gala’a. In the middle of the day, it opened to let the feluccas pass through. See my post of 7th January for a photo of graceful feluccas on the Nile.
February photo challenge: 25th Feb, Green
Green. Where do I begin? I see it through every window; the yard and gardens are full of it. In my back yard, a fig tree laden with green figs overgrows a garden of zantedeschias and red valerian, both flowerless here, and lemon balm, a relative of mint. Two steps hide beneath the luxuriance but to descend you’d have to break the spider’s web stretched between the fig tree and the rose bush on the right (out of sight). I caught the web this afternoon with the western sun hitting its silken threads. The spider hides inside a rolled leaf thinking she’s invisible because we can’t see her face, but her legs are hanging from the leaf roll. You might have to zoom in.
Weekly photo challenge: Indulge
Shepheard’s Hotel in Cairo was apparently the first hotel of the kind that become fashionable and famous for their opulence, like Raffles of Singapore. It was built and owned by Samuel Shepheard, an Englishman, and was the place to stay for European travellers to Egypt or to India and the east. It was built in the 1840s, replaced at the turn of the century with the structure you see in the photo, and destroyed by fire and riots against the British in 1952. During the war, British Officers on leave (including Australians) could relax in the wicker chairs on the terrace, though I’ve read that ordinary troops would not have been welcome. In the film The English Patient, the hotel was the setting in some scenes, but since it no longer existed, another hotel (in Venice) and a set were used. While some early 20th-century travellers boasted of staying there, a few writers complained of mosquitoes, lice, and other unpleasantness. Edward Lear said it was like a ‘horribly noisy railway station’.
In 1957, a new Shepheard’s Hotel was built a short distance from this one.
In this photo, the car amuses me, the driver out in the weather while the passengers are covered, imitating a horse and carriage arrangement.
February photo challenge: 24th Feb, Inside my bathroom cabinet!!
I don’t have a bathroom cabinet, I have a shelf. Actually, half a shelf, since my other half has the other half. Here’s a photo of some of the items on my half. The red perfume bottle and its reflection became an obsession and I took about ten photos before settling on this one, then cropping it. Against advice, I used the flash for two reasons: without it, the camera told me with its little warning hand that I shake too much; with it, my shaking is forgiven, and even better, the bottle is animated and fiery.
February photo challenge: 23rd Feb, Shoes
No, these are not my shoes, they are my son’s. You can see my shoes in the photo of 21st February.
My son favours one particular style and buys them all from an American shoe store online. To my surprise he has never been disappointed with his purchase, and they always fit. There are five pairs in this photo and several more in the cupboard. He has different colours for different life themes. The pair with pink trim were purchased when he had a girlfriend with pink hair. But now that he’s no longer with her, he has adopted a more rugged look. He started at university this week, studying physics, and this morning he went out in a khaki shirt and the camouflage pattern boots.
366 unusual things: days 49-53
18th Feb – Doing some exercises in the book How to think like Leonardo da Vinci: Seven steps to genius everyday (Michael Gelb), I noticed after a few pages that the cover of my notebook, a gift from a son, says ‘I have nothing to declare except my genius’ (Oscar Wilde).
19th Feb – Removed a metal and glass shower door and replaced it with a rod and curtain. The splash of the shower is no longer tinny and echoey, but soft like rain on porcelain.
20th Feb – This morning a Housing tenant, the one who exposed himself to the ATM camera at the local shops, is getting into a fluoro yellow hatchback in a fire-engine red business shirt, a blonde woman at the wheel.
21st Feb – Today I noticed that I have 22 followers, many of whom I’ve never heard from. They follow me like shy phantoms.
22nd Feb – A few weeks ago I ordered some fabric online for the first time. I wanted this dark red organza with orange and yellow checks, as it is in the sample online.
But this is what I got: a bold gold cage embroidered onto look-at-me red. With turquoise and cream triangles. It was one of those ‘ha ha ha, well, that didn’t work’ moments.
February photo challenge: 22nd Feb, Where I work
I sometimes work in various people’s homes as a tutor, so I can’t show you those places. But most of the time I work at home. I run a household and I translate. At the table on the deck out the back I translate passages by hand, and then at the desk at the front of the house, I type it up. In the first stage, I need four items: a French novel, a French-English dictionary, a pad and a pen. When I’m working at the outside table, this is what it looks like:
February photo challenge: 21st Feb, Fave photo of me
Rodin’s Burghers of Calais (Les Bourgeois de Calais, Auguste Rodin, 1889) in the Sculpture Garden at the National Gallery of Australia here in Canberra is my absolute all-time favourite sculpture. For me, the burghers can make a bad day better. And a good day ticklish.
I sometimes come to the sculpture garden just to sit and write. Behind these gum trees there’s a lake and beneath them are bushes where blue fairy wrens jump and scrummage on the ground around the benches. Magic. I stop at Rodin’s burghers on every visit and think about the action and life he sculpted into inanimate rock. This is not ‘still life’ like most sculpture. I love that about the French.
This photo was taken a few winters ago.
February photo challenge: 19th Feb, Something I hate to do
I have over the years tried to teach myself to read music, play the guitar and the piano. I can never remember what the written musical notes mean, I hate hitting wrong keys or plucking the wrong string, I hate my incompetency. Neither my brain nor my fingers want to do it and I refuse to try again. Yet, blessed beyond my dreams, I have sons who can play pieces like Beethoven’s Sonata Quasi una Fantasia, which I more easily remember as Moonlight Sonata.
Here’s Luke at his piano yesterday:
