Capture the Colour

I want to say “Thank you” to Kathryn from  Travel with Kat for this nomination.  I’m happy to have the opportunity to show photos I’ve taken that correspond to the following colors: blue, green, yellow, white, and red.  If you go to you’ll find out more about “Capture the Colour.”  It explains all the steps needed to participate, and there are prizes, too.   And now here are my photos.



I was in Capri, Italy and used a chairlift to get to the top of the island.  While there I enjoyed watching the progress of the boats in the water.  I recall the experience in Capri from a Chair Lift.


These are some water lilies from Monet’s Garden in Giverny, France.  I was there in the spring and I thought there wouldn’t be much in bloom.  As it turned out, there was no need for concern.  I wrote about what I saw that day in The Beautiful Flowers of Giverny


When I’m in Venice, my goal (once I’ve stood in Saint Mark’s Square) is to wander and get away from the crowds.  I’ve always found that once I’m off the main road there are more everyday – and less touristy – sights.   I really like seeing laundry hanging from the windows too.


I was in Zermatt, Switzerland on a warm spring day with a clear blue sky.  But the whole time there was a little cloud around the Matterhorn.  I finally realized it wasn’t going away and it made the scene a little more dramatic.


I took this picture while I was walking around downtown Dallas, Texas in January.  I was looking for the flagship Neiman Marcus building when I saw this oversized Christmas ornament.  I describe my visit in Greetings from Dallas.



Capri from a Chair Lift

Arriving in Capri from mainland Sorrento on a boat provided my first view of the island.  Given that it was a hot day in late spring, I went straight for a spot in the shade to admire my surroundings.  To get to Anacapri, I took an open air bus up the side of a cliff where I tried not to look down.  Looking straight across instead made it easier for me to enjoy the view without becoming alarmed.


After wandering in and out of cafes and shops, I had the opportunity to go on a chair lift to the top of the island.  I was a little uncertain about this, because I thought the view was good from where I was standing.  However, when I saw the actual chair lifts, I felt simultaneously nervous and intrigued.  This was because the chair was made of wooden slats, there was a flimsy safety bar and the whole thing was hanging from a rather thin metal pole.  In my mind I mulled over these questions:  Should I do this?  Would I regret it if I didn’t?  Who would know if I did this anyway? Continue reading