This week the WordPress weekly photo challenge says to share your own vision of a container you find interesting. Here is a carved pumpkin for serving eggs at a breakfast buffet on a cruise ship.
Relic: something from a past time, place or culture.
I visited Khajuraho group of monuments, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, in 2007.
Greatly influenced by the Tantric school of thought, the Chandela kings promoted various Tantric doctrines through royal monuments, including temples. Sculptors of Khajuraho depicted all aspects of life. The society of the time believed in dealing frankly and openly with all aspects of life, including sex. In accordance with ancient treatises on architecture, erotic depictions were reserved for specific parts of the temples only. The rest of the temple was profusely covered with other aspects of life, secular and spiritual.
I hope this flower inspires the best in you.
We traveled to Egypt in October 2009 and visited the great Giza Plateau.
At that time, the tourists arrived in cars, buses and vans which assembled in the parking lot. From here on, we had to choose an entirely contrasting means of transportation : our quadruped friends, who helped us slow down to appreciate the most ancient, substantial and mysterious structure in the world: The Great Pyramids of Giza.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Contrasts: This week, in a post created specifically for this challenge, share your own photo showing a CONTRAST.
This evening my husband and I set for our evening walk on the bike path that goes past our house. We waved at a few neighbors and slowly continued walking down the path. It was later in the evening around 7:30PM, with lots of daylight and seventy-eight-degree- and- cloudy weather with 87% humidity. It was fairly pleasant weather and more agreeable with the occasional breeze. A teenage bicyclist rode towards us and alerted us, “There is a man down the bike path who is lying down there. He can speak, but he has fallen down and could be drunk”.
“Did he need help? Do you think we need to call 9-1-1?” I asked.
The bicyclist said that he looked OK, but he was lying down on the ground.
We started walking faster towards the man. By the time we got there, the man had slowly pulled himself to a sitting position with his legs stretched in front of him. He was bleeding from his chin. There were two other ladies who were walking their dogs. One of them mouthed to me, asking if the man was drunk. We got closer.
I looked at the man. He looked like he was in his mid seventies. His face was ashen white.
“Are you OK?” I asked him.
He said he was.
One of the ladies offered him a Kleenex because he had bled and cut his chin.
I am glad I always carry my cell phone. So I asked the gentleman if I needed to call 9-1-1 and he declined. My next few questions were series of open-ended questions to check if he was coherent.
The victim, whose name was Bob (pseudonym), took a little time to answer my questions, but was able to process information. He lived on a street parallel to mine. I asked him if there was anyone at home and if he could tell us his phone number. He could, and I made the phone call. We walk everyday on this bike path but my husband had to run down the path to check the name of the closest cross street.
Bob’s wife Dee (pseudonym) answered and said she would drive over to get her husband. While we were waiting for Dee, still seated on the cemented surface, Bob was starting to lose his sitting balance. My training as a physical therapist came in handy today. I sat behind Bob and steadied his back. I kept talking to him to make sure he did not pass out. I asked him if he liked to walk and he said, “yes”. One of the dogs came closer to Bob and the lady who had mouthed him as drunkard, by now had gotten softer and let him pet her dog. In a few minutes, Dee arrived in her car. My husband, Dee, and I steadied Bob on his feet. I held on to Bob’s belt as I kept giving him directions on how to get safely in the car. The bystanders had left.
Dee was grateful. She said to me that Bob has Multiple Sclerosis. I reminded Bob to drink plenty of water this summer. Bob had a smile on his face.
Bob was dressed in heavy trousers, winter socks and a full-sleeved shirt. He was possibly dehydrated, got lightheaded and had lost his balance on the bike path. People mistook him for being drunk. I am glad we were able to help him.
Dehydration is a very common condition and can be easily prevented, by drinking water.
Opinions vary on exactly how much water one should drink and more information is available here.
For this week’s photo challenge, I present the McLobster sandwich that we discovered when traveling through Maritimes in Canada. In between the buns is succulent lobster meat combined with celery, green onions, and light mayonnaise-style sauce with a hint of lemon, on top of a bed of shredded lettuce.
I don’t do sea food and my favorite sandwich is with peanut butter and strawberry jam. What is your favorite sandwich?
It will be fun to know if McDonald’s serves anything different and unique in between the buns in your part of the world.
I am curious to hear from you in the comments. Thanks for stopping by.
We are visiting Indianapolis this Father’s Day weekend to celebrate Dad. This evening we accidentally discovered a 101- year-old Italian restaurant called “Iaria”. Established in 1913, this restaurant is owned by 4th generation owners Matt Iaria and Carla Russell. After a sumptuous meal of soup and salad, spinach ravioli and home-style margherita pizza, we did not think we needed to have any extras, but could not resist when our waitress Nikki announced that the tiramisu was homemade.
This tiramisu was truly extra, extra special.
On our way out we could not resist the sense of humor the owners have when we saw this t-shirt for sale.
This is my ‘entree’ for the photo challenge this week: Extra, Extra
I wish you all an extra, extra-special weekend!