Each Time ...

Each time I visit another country, and slip into the lives of others, I expect it to be as simple as moving from one room to the next, or perhaps visiting a neighbour.

Sometimes I get so annoyed with myself for not making the transition smoothly.  For struggling with things being so different. 

This time I flew from Genova, with it's low of 7+ celsius to Aberdeenshire, with yesterday's -6 celsius.  I bemoaned that fact that I just couldn't get warm.  My feet were blocks of ice, those first 3 days, until well after lunch.  I fretted about running out of fire wood, had to be lured outside to walk the dog and take photographs in the snow, and just seemed to be taking a horribly long time to adjust to this place where Nature is absolute ruler.

What I was failing to understand was that this was the process of adjustment.  That it wasn't going to be easy to make the climate shift because most of the clothes in my suitcase are for the Southern Hemisphere summer I fly to next, and that made me uneasy.  But more than that, I was out of my comfort zone, out here in the silence of rural Scotland.

So here I am, nestling into my daughter's family and learning (as so many parents surely must) that she's not a mini-me.  She's her very own, strong and independent woman..  She took me out walking last night.  Just her and I, and Orin, the little wolf dog.  And finally I could feel that the air was soft, and quite gentle, and that the peace wasn't quite so peaceful but full of animal sounds, when we stopped moving to listen.  And that yes, the dark was quite dark, with no street lights or houses but it was fine too.  We could see enough, and we had a torch, so we could be seen.

This morning, my first two attempts at lighting the fire have failed but I'll get there.  I need to chop the logs down a bit more and make kindling but people are sleeping.  Yesterday's fire was a grand one ... in the end.  Although some Newbie errors happened, making me laugh as  seemed to be inhabiting a life not unlike Mr Bean's twin sister.  Fire alarms went off, vent knobs fell off ... you know.

Last night I made Persian Chicken and I'm sure that's some kind of revealing act in this life of mine.  Once I'm cooking, I've almost 'arrived'. 

And today, well I'm waiting but I do believe I'll be asking when we can go out for a walk  :-)

Best of all, I'm catching up with family and that is surely the whole reason for being here.

On The Road Again ...

I'm writing this from Aberdeenshire, up in Scotland.  I would like to write 'in the frozen north' but I would probably be accused of exaggerating.  In my defense, it's very frozen compared to Genova.

I crept down the stairs this morning, first one awake as usual, and saw it was -6 celsius.  I'm not good once the numbers dip that low ... others seem to thrive or, at very least, be impervious. 

I am on the road again, an epic journey but the story of how it all came about is tied up in work.  I fly from here to London, then London to Rarotonga.  I stop there a while, then fly on, to New Zealand,  home after 5 years away.

I am, so very much, lookind forward to seeing family and old friends.  Meanwhile I'm enjoying time with my daughter, and Miss 13 too, Sander, Orin the Romanian Rescue Dog and Lucy the Champion Vole Hunter  :-)

Where The Magic Happens ...

The magic happens, sometimes, in that space where you break all the rules ... or accidentally bump the Mode setting onto another, entirely inappropriate, setting.

I love this photograph, taken with my Canon 5D MkII.  It seems like a water colour and is, perhaps, the only way my daughter would allow me to publish a photograph of her.

She's crouching, photographing her exquisite Romanian rescue dog.  Sahara and Sander are there too.  As is the snow.  

I'm up in Scotland today.  -6 celsius this morning, and frozen feet.

In huge news, for me, I managed to light the fire but while applauding my own cleverness, the vent knob fell off.  I went from feeling like Pioneer Woman to Ms Bean - Mr Bean's twin sister, in a heartbeat.

I opted to leave my slippers out of my packing and so,  feet masquerading as blocks of ice, are my new normal here in the north of Scotland.  I'm also missing my external harddrive, my hiking boots ... and my flatmates loved the Italian Christmas cake I left behind. 

I have never forgotten having to throw away quite a bit of my stuff, at the airport, for the flight between the UK and Italy.

Photographically, I am loving Scotland.  But in other ways struggling with the cold.  It seems I have softened in Italy.  That long hot Spring, Summer and Autumn in no way prepared me for this but but but ... it is so good to see family, to catch up on their news, to eat English food :-)

All of that.

Just a Small Note from December in Genova, Italy

I found this new toy recently  ... 

I told myself all the reasons I shouldn't buy it, wandered the beautiful store for a while longer, then bought it.   I see hours of experimentation ahead of me.  

I was in bed early last night.  Tired, fighting the ongoing cold that seems always to hit me anytime from October on.  This year I was good until December.  This is round 2.  I'm over it in my head.  My nose, it's telling a different story.

I went to bed early last night, I woke at 5.18am.  I gave in and breakfasted.  My alarm goes at 6.31 am. 

To survive this 6 hour habit of mine, I have finally learned in this most marvelous trick for the weekends.  I get up when I wake, have breakfast, then go back to bed and sleep awhile.

It's a fairly serious ta-dah! moment for me.

Eating breakfast this morning, I started to research the distance between those destinations I'm traveling to in the months ahead.  By the time I return to Genova, I will have covered 36,000kms, at very least.  These were 'as the crow flies' numbers.

And so ... I'm bogged down in winter and having a cold, trying to pack for very different climates, and yes ... just trying to think of 'everything' that must be done before flying.  Oh, and in love with the music of Paolo Nutini.  This version of Candy, in particular.

I'll miss this city and its people.  I fell in love with Genova, Italy, way back in 2008.  The love has only deepened and, for the first time ever, I'm struggling to leave however, once I'm moving I'll be fine.  And friends have assured me that the city will be there when I return.

I bought this hat last year.  It's time.  More than time as I layer up on these colder mornings. 

Here I am, reflected in one of the ancient mirrors, in this place where I live.

Starting over ...

I think, like a creature that was domesticated for a while, I'm learning how to be alone and free again.  And to really treasure the freedoms I have.

I was wandering today.  All over this city I love.  And at sunset, I went to the coast and played a while, I took this.

My daughter gifted me the most beautiful leather camera strap for my birthday.  My beloved old camera bag died but I had another, brand-new but bigger.  I finally put everything together and went out ... feeling kind of new to this Canon 5D MK II camera thing. 

I've been pushing things with my phone camera.  Applying the rules of photography, playing but seriously. 

I'm pleased with this.

Family Portrait, Portofino

After a bit of a break from portrait photography, I had a family session up on the top of the hill at Portofino.  My friend Leah has an agriturismo, under construction, up there in that beautiful place.

I had the loveliest time with this beautiful family.  There was much laughter and sunshine, some Prosecco too.

And so much love between the 4 of them.

It felt like an extraordinary privilege, both to photograph the family, and to work up at Leah's place.

Grazie mille to all involved  :-)