And while we’re on the subject of bathrooms, I discovered this object, called el caganer, which literally means “the crapper” or “the shitter.” Since the late 17th or early 18th century, it has been a traditional Christmas decoration in Catalan and is hung on Christmas trees and appears in nativity scenes.
There are many variations on how and why this became a tradition. One explanation is the figurine is a symbol of fertility and good fortune. There was a legend that if a countryside man did not put a caganer in the nativity scene, he would have a very bad year collecting vegetables.
Another common explanation is that the caganer demonstrates that no one can be prepared for the return of Jesus. And others say it represents the equality of all people.
What are your thoughts?
My favorite family portrait from this recent session at Trocadéro 👌🏻☺️ This looks like the steps were all empty even though I had to take phone photos for a couple of tourists to clear out the steps for this shot while 2 other photographers with their clients were waiting for me to be done to do the same angle of photos 🤗 It’s fun how much is going on behind the scenes that you can’t tell from looking at the shot 🙈😂 Любимый семейный портрет с недавней съемки на Трокадеро 💕 Выглядит, что ступеньки были абсолютно пусты, но за кадром осталось то, что сначала мне пришлось сфотографировать пару туристов на их телефон, чтобы они удалились из кадра. А ещё нас ждали двое других фотографов с клиентами, чтобы сделать такой же кадр после 🤗 На самом деле именно за кадром на съемках происходит много интересного, а порой и смешного - те туристы с телефоном попросили меня пофоткать их на мою камеру прямо там во время этой съемки 👌🏻😂 Тут уж мои клиенты им объяснили, что делиться мною они точно не намерены!
Walking around and only eating pistachio ice cream finally led me to the end of a two day long walk where I found myself eating more ice cream. This pictured here, however, is mandarin and lemon sorbet.
darling. there's the sun. the loom. and twelve billion three hundred and forty five sparkling eyes in the sky. there's the voice in the beating wind. in the calm ocean. peace in the mountains, in the snow. beneath your feet. there's the joy in little things. and then, there's you. baby. people lie. cheat. run away from things and never settle in a seat. wait for things to fall in place, cowardly, searching for miracles. failing to see. they flee. people are mean. and menacing. pseudo self righteous. deceptive and cold. and then, there's you. sweetie. there's love and lust. and everything else in between. and then, there's you.
bethink of me at which hour am gone. nev'r at which hour am 'round. huggeth me once. bef're thee drowneth. if't be true thee've ev'r did look me in the eye. i promiseth thee. i've smuggl'd a smileth into thy bones and yond's how i intendeth to live f'rev'r.
Shout-out to @chickooster for thy Shakespearean touch.
the blue lily shed it's petals. into the ground and blue silence followed. melting blue flowing into the sky. and blue conversations. about lost time and blues. staring at the sleepy stars. and finally crawling into a blue jar. for you.