Io non sono proprietà di nessunohttps://web.palermo.nohost.me/write/view.php?file=Io+non+sono+proprieta+di+nessuno.md&v=1785764710017
#palermo #panormus #sicilia #sicily #italy #europe #world #picoftheday #picture #image #immagine #photo #photography #fotografia #storia #story #cultura #culture #arte #art #aspassoneltempo #aspassonellastoria #memorie #donne #coraggio #lamafiaeunamontagnadimerda #fediphoto #fediverso
A presto
@labiennale@pixelfed.social #BiennaleCinema #LaBiennaleDiVenezia #eventsimages #celebrities #Venice #LaBiennale #culture #famous #movie #people #entertainment #fashion #dress #hautecouture #filmfestival #art #international #festival #portfolio #photography #agency #media #Fediverse #OpenSource #Linux
We all wonder how the world perceives us, even myself how far are we willing to go mould ourselves into other perception of us; questioning my own per
Altro...We all wonder how the world perceives us, even myself how far are we willing to go mould ourselves into other perception of us; questioning my own performative identity in the real world, what it looks like for those who are so detached need more just to be seen, maybe they’re looking for what other see in themselves what they don’t see in themselves. Cindy Sherman is embodiment of choosing to detach yourself, finding comfort In being so far removed, further away less fear orbits around her masquerade
Was dressing up a means of escape? “It was partly that, but, to be really psychological about it, it was also partly, ‘If you don’t like me this way, how about you like me thisway?’ ” Her voice rises with mock joie de vivre. “Or maybe you like this version of me.” guardian interview
Performance isn’t always easy to identify the message behind the figure being portrayed, concepts becomes more intriguing as we’re not seeing a self portrait, a portrait of another persons expression in a form that isn’t identical to who they are.
Two things stand out from Cindy Sherman about her childhood, briefly mentions on guardian interview, how she’s the youngest with four older siblings within a age gap, felt hard to connect with her older siblings secondly in Cindy Sherman in “Transformation” – Season 5 – “Art in the Twenty-First Century” | Art21 she had a note book called “A Cindy Book” putting photographs of herself in all of them. I noticed Cindy Sherman is very cautious about what she shares, worried her art will be lost in translation with her own mind. In her childhood we learn Cindy questioned herself, who she is? Who she wants to be, who she wants to be seen as, we learn Cindy explored identity from a young age “A Cindy Book” is very symbolic of searching
Why the need to continually remind herself that is her? it seemed important for Cindy Sherman to identify herself every time, before we the audience knew her delving into different characters.
Cindy Sherman was already documenting herself, separating, somewhere she might’ve struggled to reconnect with whoever she saw as Cindy Sherman. “A Cindy Book” indicates there’s multiple identity’s created, leaves me asking Does Cindy Sherman get lost, urge to document where she was back to herself, “that’s me” reminds me of an x mark on map when you astray.
Older she became intentions to subscribe to different version of herself begins to seep in her book from what we know, in her handwriting Cindy Sherman shares she’ll change her handwriting to portray older, Cindy Sherman understands evolution of getting older consciously chooses to erase her signature handwriting, in this moment we witness proof Cindy Sherman experimenting with identity
‘ It hadn’t occurred to me that I was doing anything unusual.”
Cindy Sherman did something brave, documented her own psychological perception of identity through film, what made it unique purposely left these photographs untitled, no description or interpretation, which to some extent is what we see done in the scrap book, very obscured, the memory and “that’s me” was left for Cindy Sherman interpretation. People said her images were exaggerated, offensive or strange, although I see it accurately painting how people interpret themselves, how easily we soak in characters.
Cindy Sherman childhood photograph book suggest she separated herself from the world, through circling herself out in every picture. I believe Cindy Sherman saw it in people too, who they perform as, placed a mirror to whom she mirrored, looked into what character they identified with.
The ones that were subtle, that I thought, oh it looks too much like me, I don’t know if she’s that successful as a piece because I don’t feel like I’m lost in it anymore Cindy Sherman in “Transformation” – Season 5 – “Art in the Twenty-First Century” | Art21
Escaping herself eventually became an art for Cindy Sherman once it wasn’t, a urge for peer acceptance which is preferable most natural thoughts we have around our peers, we make sure to dress the best, we come as our best what happens when the best we present isn’t who you are.
Takes me back to Cindy Sherman Childhood book, at some point if your best isn’t you then what reminds you is you, Cindy Sherman book was a clear reminder. can we see that for average person? how often do people realise their performance is a social experiment to know what version other like of you
Cindy Sherman personas being captured are also performing a version of themselves, Cindy Sherman had an eye for creating characters that related to people’s experience, the figure may not have been a direct picture of a an actual person but it was an indirect of figures people perform as everyday, Cindy Sherman gave her art depth to not only a part of herself in her scrap book we never truly see, depth In these figures she chose to be. Critics say it’s looking at the common day selfie in its original state.
“One of my biggest influences was the way cinema represented women, and at the time I was questioning the woman I was becoming, in the my twenties. The tension between what was expected of us and what I wanted to do—or couldn’t do—those limits I felt” Social media Captioned
searching begins in areas where your told to identify with an idea which doesn’t necessarily feel as if it’s you, now limiting. Cindy Sherman in between seeing where she fits herself as ideal woman usually portrayed, looking for balance in a place where they weren’t one, society doesn’t create a pocket for you, it one size fit all, Cindy Sherman perhaps felt the invisible wall between herself and ideal woman portrayed, the limit Cindy Sherman felt.
Nobody wants to admit there already a version of a individual captured in your mind before we hear their voice, will it match sounds of a echo we heard before the initial hello, we impatiently wait to fit a person into the pocket size fit all even our heads. Cindy Sherman questioning those same individuals in our heads. seems to have pulled her entity towards outwardly experience, searching for yourself in others, in characters, flaws, fears and anxiety, Cindy Sherman pushes limitations of ideal perception we see ourselves and sometimes it isn’t beautiful.
Biggest Influencers bombards our authenticity, usually titled, descriptive, explained; creating the meaning in your mind for you, Cindy Sherman on the other hand wanted to challenge that exact notion through allowing not only herself to create the meaning but for her audience as well, purposefully adding nothing to her art but the creative work itself, your mind has no choice but to pull out your own perception of what the photograph means to you, maybe it’s the key to how Cindy Sherman attempted to find meaning.
Disappearing is also form of escapism begun through our searching, Cindy Sherman found comfort in disappearing from the world, entering that Invisible wall somewhere along that line it became a comfort, no longer became a place of uncertainty for Cindy Sherman just another rabbit hole to go in.
Cindy Sherman didn’t find it unusual, it wasn’t, we see it everyday; Cindy Sherman art shows how performative individuals use these customs to search for more, to disappear in another world, we don’t see them, we barely even notice two worlds colliding in its essence unless captured, which makes it mystical, questions remained in there searching, what do they find is always up to the searcher.
Performers of the everyday life, whatever they resonate with, that’s real is always kept hidden within themselves. It never sits in confinement of our experience, remains inward map they go back to, fragmented meaning intwines with ours and still results of their important piece they take, somewhere in there mind holds a book of themselves, whether it unrecognisable or too recognisable, it holds the key to all of their meaning.
The shadow is the coldness of time.
The tea shop was plunged into a heavy, suffocating silence. The glowing blue light had vanished, leaving only the
Altro...The shadow is the coldness of time.
The tea shop was plunged into a heavy, suffocating silence. The glowing blue light had vanished, leaving only the warm, ordinary flicker of the desk lamp.
Elio stood frozen, staring at the two books on the oak counter. He looked down at his flour-dusted hands, as if realizing for the first time that his culinary skills were entirely useless against ancient magic.
“I am a chef, Moira,” Elio said, his voice barely a whisper. “I use sous-vide machines. I use liquid nitrogen. I do not know how to cook a meal for a magical shadow that wants to eat a village.”
Moira gently stroked Ashwaganda’s head to calm the large ginger cat. “Magic in Speranza is old, Elio. And old things do not want modern tricks. They want memory. They want tradition.”
She carefully reached out and touched the pristine white leather of the new book. The moment her fingers brushed the cover, the book fell open to the center. The pages were pitch black, but slowly, a silver drawing began to trace itself into the paper. It was an illustration of a heavy cast-iron pot hanging over an open wood fire.
Beneath the drawing, a new riddle appeared in sharp, glowing letters:
The shadow is the coldness of time. It must be warmed by the memory of the hearth. Feed it the marrow of the bone, slow-cooked in the tears of the hills. Bind it with the golden sheet, stretched only by human hands, never by iron teeth.
Elio leaned over the counter, his chef’s mind automatically translating the riddle into a recipe.
“The marrow of the bone,” Elio muttered, his eyes tracing the silver words. “That is ossobuco. Veal shanks, rich with marrow in the center. ‘Slow-cooked in the tears of the hills’… that must be the local red wine and the spring water we just found.”
Moira tapped the final line of the riddle. “‘The golden sheet, stretched only by human hands, never by iron teeth.’ The book is very clear, Elio. No machines.”
Elio swallowed hard. “It wants sfoglia tirata al mattarello. Traditional, hand-rolled egg pasta. Stretched with a wooden rolling pin until it is thin enough to see the light through it.” He looked at Moira, a mix of fear and realization dawning on his face. “You were right. The machine has no soul. And the shadow is hungry for a soul.”
“Exactly,” Moira said, closing the white book. She picked up her heavy iron ring of keys. “We cannot use your modern kitchen. It is full of steel and electricity. The magic will reject it. We have to use the old wood-burning stove in the back room of my shop.”
Elio wiped his hands on his apron, suddenly looking determined. The fear was gone, replaced by the sharp focus of a chef preparing for the most important dinner service of his life.
“We need ingredients, Moira. Immediately. I need veal shanks, fresh eggs, fine flour, and the oldest wine in this village.”
“I have the wine in my cellar,” Moira said, moving quickly toward the back of the shop. “And Marisa’s cousin is the butcher. He lives just behind the chocolate shop. I will go wake him up and get the ossobuco. You stay here. Start the fire in the cast-iron stove.”
“Wait,” Elio said, stopping her. “What about the wild mallow we picked? The botanical element?”
Moira looked back at him, her hand on the doorknob. “Leave it. Tonight, we do not innovate. We honor the past.”
Moira ran out into the village square. The sun had completely set, but the darkness falling over Speranza did not feel normal. The shadows in the alleyways seemed too thick, too dense. They looked as if they were slowly creeping forward, stretching across the cobblestones toward the tea shop. The “old hunger” was already waking up.
Ten minutes later, Moira returned with a heavy paper package wrapped in twine from the butcher. When she stepped into the back room of her shop, the air was already thick with heat and the smell of burning oak.
Elio had taken off his chef’s coat. He was standing at the large wooden table, a mountain of yellow flour piled in the center. He cracked six fresh eggs into a well in the middle of the flour and began to beat them with a wooden fork. His movements were fast, precise, and completely traditional.
“I have the meat,” Moira said, placing the heavy cuts of ossobuco on the counter. The marrow inside the bones was perfect and pale.
“Start searing them in the cast-iron pot,” Elio ordered, not looking up from his dough. He was working the flour and eggs together with his bare hands, feeling the elasticity, feeling the life of the pasta. “Brown them in butter, not oil. Then deglaze with your old wine.”
For the next two hours, the back room of La Pagina che Fa le Fusa turned into a furious, focused kitchen. The smell of the ossobuco simmering in wine, rich broth, and crushed tomatoes filled the air, thick and comforting.
Elio took Moira’s heavy wooden rolling pin—the mattarello—and began to stretch the golden dough. He rolled it back and forth, pressing his weight into the wood, turning the pasta until it was a massive, perfectly thin sheet. He was sweating, his arms aching, but he did not stop.
As the stew bubbled and the pasta was sliced into wide, golden ribbons, Ashwaganda let out a low growl from the doorway.
Moira looked toward the front of the tea shop. The normal darkness of the night had vanished. Under the crack of the front door, a thick, freezing black fog was seeping into the room. The shadows on the walls began to twist and grow taller, reaching out like long, hungry fingers.
The temperature in the shop plummeted. The fire in the stove hissed as the cold air hit it.
“Elio,” Moira said, her breath turning to white mist in the air. “It is here. Is the food ready?”
Elio picked up a heavy wooden bowl. He placed a large, steaming piece of ossobuco inside, the marrow glistening in the center of the bone. He surrounded it with the fresh, hand-rolled pasta, completely coated in the dark, rich sauce.
“It is ready,” Elio said, his voice tight. “But how do we feed it?”
#CozyMysterySperanzaGialloItalianoLaPaginaCheFaLeFusaGattiInvestigatoriMisteroHitchcockianoOmicidioAlTeatroSegretiSvelatiGirlPowerVeleno #19thCentury #art #Ashwaganda #bloganuary #bloganuary202401 #bloganuary202402 #bloganuary202403 #bloganuary202404 #bloganuary202405 #bloganuary202408 #bloganuary202409 #bloganuary202411 #bloganuary202416 #bloganuary202419 #bloganuary202428 #bloganuary202429 #bloganuary202430 #books #castles #cocktail #COMPASS #CozyMysterySperanzaLaPaginaCheFaLeFusaItalianHillsDaysOfTheDreamsAshwagandaToeTheCatHitchcockianSuspensePoirotStyleVillageSecretsSilverInkFelineDetectives #culture #curiosity #dailyprompt #dailyprompt1804 #dailyprompt1805 #dailyprompt1806 #dailyprompt1807 #dailyprompt1808 #dailyprompt1811 #dailyprompt1812 #dailyprompt1814 #dailyprompt1819 #dailyprompt1832 #dailyprompt1839 #dailyprompt1840 #dailyprompt1851 #dailyprompt1859 #dailyprompt1860 #dailyprompt1891 #dailyprompt1975 #dailyprompt1976 #dailyprompt1978 #dailyprompt1982 #dailyprompt1983 #dailyprompt1984 #dailyprompt1985 #dailyprompt1987 #dailyprompt1988 #dailyprompt1990 #dailyprompt1993 #dailyprompt1994 #dailyprompt1995 #dailyprompt1999 #dailyprompt2007 #dailyprompt2008 #dailyprompt2010 #dailyprompt2011 #dailyprompt2012 #dailyprompt2013 #dailyprompt2014 #dailyprompt2017 #dailyprompt2077 #dailyprompt2089 #dailyprompt2099 #dailyprompt2112 #dailyprompt2113 #dailyprompt2115 #dailyprompt2119 #dailyprompt2124 #dailyprompt2125 #dailyprompt2126 #dailyprompt2127 #dailyprompt2129 #dailyprompt2132 #dailyprompt2134 #dailyprompt2137 #dailyprompt2138 #dailyprompt2145 #dailyprompt2146 #dailyprompt2152 #dailyprompt2153 #dailyprompt2159 #dailyprompt2167 #DANCESPIRITCOLOROFPEACE #DOLOMITES #drinks #EmotionsFeelingsSundayPowerOfASmileMyLifeWithYouSOULCHEERFULNESSFEELINGSHOPETearsSometimesAKissIsAllYouNeedTheSilenceLifeSelfWords #Evernote #everyday #Facebook #facts #food #hiking #HISTORY #IFTTT #Instagram #Ireland #Irish #Island #Italy #kitchen #language #learning #LifeAndAGIRLINTERRUPTEDFriendshipAndPoisonBULLIEDKLDONNOneDayAtOfficeESSENTIALFORSURVIVINGTheBreathOfASoulMePastPresentFutureYesUAreIGotItSome #LoveAndAdventureAreIntricatelyConnectedInASummersimoSymphony #magia #mountains #MYCOCKTAILWORLD #noMatterHow #noMatterHowBadIsTogetherWeCanWin #photography #pictures #Pinterest #RECIPES #social #SUMMER #SUMMERBOMB #SUMMERSIMO #summersimoBestTouristGuidesAreYourTasteBuds #SUMMERSIMOTHEUNDERWORLD #SUMMERSIMOCOMPASS #SUMMERSIMOSCOCKTAILS #SUMMERSIMOSCOMPASS #SUMMERSIMOSGLITTERWAR #SUMMERSIMOSRECIPES #technology #TheBestTouristGuidesAreYourTasteBuds #TheCaseOfTheSilentNightingaleAndTheEtruscanDeception #ThePurringPage #TheSoundOfSmile #TOURISM #travel #TRENTINOALTOADIGE #WithASummersimoSmile #wysoki #śmierć #światło
Nick Haymes photographed his sons' entire lives — from verrucas to homemade hamster coffin
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2026/aug/24/nick-
Altro...Nick Haymes photographed his sons' entire lives — from verrucas to homemade hamster coffin
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/2026/aug/24/nick-haymes-sons-entire-lives-chronograph
Bloody noses, ear cleanings, the first sproutings of armpit hair … the photographer reveals how he captured his two babies growing into boys and then
Altro...Bloody noses, ear cleanings, the first sproutings of armpit hair … the photographer reveals how he captured his two babies growing into boys and then men Not many family photo albums open with images… #culture #photography #family
Posted into FLIPBOARD EXCHANGE FEED 🗞️ @flipboard-exchange-feed-Econopass
Let me paint you a picture: I landed at Haneda Airport with my best friend, buzzing with excitement for our dream Tokyo trip. We had it all planned ou
Altro...Let me paint you a picture: I landed at Haneda Airport with my best friend, buzzing with excitement for our dream Tokyo trip. We had it all planned out—temple visits, shopping sprees, and a whole lot of eating. But fate, and my old hip injury, had other plans. My friend had a three-day work training schedule, and my body decided to remind me of a past accident in the most painful way possible. So, here’s the story of my Tokyo trip that was part solo adventure, part physical therapy session, and 100% unforgettable.
Day 1: Arrival, Rest, and Asakusa MagicAfter a smooth Philippine Airlines flight from Manila to Haneda, we checked into the Sheraton Miyako by 3 PM. The plan? Rest up a bit because Tokyo is not a city that lets you off easy. My friend had trouble with her roaming connection so we had to sort it out first, before heading out for Asakusa.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260720_2012452400481716295660637.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260720_1956381225353904392256504.jpgWe headed straight for Asakusa, and oh my god, google maps made us to to the farthest Metro! When we arrive the neon lights are all lit-up and I recall how the city looked like 15 years back on my first trip. We decided to eat dinner alng the wasy before heading to Senso-ji Temple.
Senso-ji Temple is a breathtaking sight at night—the massive lanterns, the ancient architecture, and the slightly more peaceful vibe without the daytime crowds.
We wandered through the oldest underground shopping area, which felt like stepping back in time. This is where I kicked off my souvenir hunt, already looking for that perfect find but didn’t find one since most of the shops are closed. Instead we chance upon this guy who was comfotably seated on a wooden bench and asked us what we were looking for. He introduced himself as the boss of the underground shopping center and talked about the history of the place. He was amazed that we’re from PH and wandering in the area at night, he even invited us to have a drink.
Travel Tip: Visiting Senso-ji in the evening is highly recommended. The crowds thin out, and the temple is beautifully lit up. Plus, the shops in the underground arcade have some fantastic local finds.
Day 2: Ginza’s Glitz and Vintage Kimono HuntingOn Day 2, I was flying solo. I ventured into the swanky Ginza district, which felt a world away from old-town Asakusa. My main mission? The Art Aquarium. It’s exactly what it sounds like—an art exhibit where the “paintings” are vibrant, colorful fish swimming in beautifully designed tanks. It’s a bit gimmicky, but I’m a photographer, and I was in heaven. The photos I got there are some of my favorites from the whole trip.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_1423338420594235573664929.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_1550366524988492097881837.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_1519061050489687878524116.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_1532325495586028270861522.jpgBy afternoon, my hip was starting to feel the strain of all that walking. I could feel the familiar ache from my old accident creeping in. But I was on a mission: to hunt for a vintage kimono back in Asakusa. Limping slightly, I scoured the shops until I found the one—a beautiful, pre-loved piece with stunning patterns. The search was well worth the pain.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_1756436657211340043616218.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_1829412036874124109548725.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_1649526572024573226901455.jpgCombing the Kimono displays and choosing the perfect pattern and fabric got me hungry, I wanted something hot and local. Most of the restaurants in the area looks posh, and I am looking for a more local vibe, and glad saw one. Had hand made ramen and gyoza to satisfy my craving for a hot soup.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_192133934703769746849390.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_1915378107071699490361837.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_1921467414133249386485978.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_19514614127323672584117.jpgPhotography Tip: If you’re a photographer, the Art Aquarium is a must-visit. The lighting and colors are perfect for capturing unique shots. Ginza is also incredibly photogenic, with its blend of modern architecture and luxury storefronts.
Day 3: Ueno’s Delights and a Cat Cafe BreakMy solo adventures continued on Day 3. By this point, my leg was really starting to protest, but there was no way I was letting it stop me. I spent the day in Ueno Park, a total gem. The temple was serene, the lotus garden was stunning, and there was this lively bazaar where I found some great little trinkets.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260722_1723483061297063440262273.jpgI also squeezed in a visit to a Cat Cafe, which was the perfect break for my aching body. There’s something incredibly therapeutic about being surrounded by cute, purring cats. In the afternoon, I explored Ameyoko Park, which is a chaotic, wonderful market street packed with everything you can imagine.
The highlight? Finding a pair of handmade leather shoes in a small shop in Asakusa on my way back. They’re Japan-made, incredibly comfortable, and were priced reasonably. My feet have never been happier! https://hyperjapan.co.uk/shopping/treat-yourself-in-tokyo-cafes-relaxing-strolls-and-locally-made-japanese-souvenirs-in-one-guide-to-aoyama-omotesando/ I met my friend in the evening and gave her the grand tour of the Asakusa shopping area, thrilled to finally have some company.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_1830452693480017073622685.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260721_1952423306642899603211059.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_181606495300256787268840.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1807567626751291177652219.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1803322617832261599433448.jpgWhile strolling at the shopping area, we chance upon this dog cafe- us being fur moms didn’t think twice! We spent 30-minutes feeding and playing with the four legged adorable regulars of the cafe.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260722_1922283650574140747959233.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260722_1931169181450201724738150.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260722_1931147976181797824623975.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260722_193245878555811101542770.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260722_1940333520138481067457860.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260722_1943349196383038246082667.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260722_195223280295202219351672065310.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260722_1956344607097261542150114.jpgSouvenir Tip: For the best deals on food souvenirs, don’t just hit the fancy department stores. Head to Ameyoko in Ueno. The prices for snacks, matcha, and other edible goodies are significantly cheaper compared to shopping malls or souvenir shops. I loaded up on my favorites here!
Day 4: Museums, Zoo, and The Freshest SushiMy friend was still in training, so Day 4 was another solo mission. I visited the Tokyo National Museum and the Ueno Zoo—two of the best spots in Ueno Park. The museum was a cultural haven, filled with artifacts that told the story of Japan https://www.trip.com/moments/detail/tokyo-294-142244594/.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1048504309142370663557713.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1105004906481651772750970.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_110254223580259618097119.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1051584939062853409882087.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1108146316516957810098410.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1141025924442402750477751.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1157311909760540073896092.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1208176707774358593853769.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1049487707812561464543855.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1223393120191465428946735.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1633108980521537520701380.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1319088914387730878812135.jpgThen came the food. I found a tiny sushi bar and had what I can only describe as the freshest sushi of my life. Sitting at the counter, I started chatting with the locals next to me. When they learned I love sashimi and wasabi, and that I was actually enjoying a good sake with my meal, their faces lit up. They were so happy a foreigner appreciated their food! They even offered me some of their sake, and there we were, having a mid-afternoon toast. It was a beautiful, genuine connection with locals, and one of my favorite moments of the trip.
Since I didn’t have enough time the day before, I decided to go back at Ameyoko Market to see more of the shopping area and immerse myself to local delicacies and goods. I realized that prices in this area is way lower compared to malls and souvenir shops.
Day 5: The Great Mt. Fuji DisappointmentFinally, my friend was free, and we had booked a full-day trip to Mt. Fuji via Klook. https://www.klook.com/activity/89733-mtfuji-day-tour-flower-sightseeing-and-outlet-shopping-from-tokyo/?aid=71333&utm_medium=affiliate-alwayson&utm_source=non-network&utm_campaign=71333&utm_term= The tour was seamless—a small group with hotel pick-up and drop-off in a comfortable car. We visited all the classic spots, including the 5th Station and Lake Kawaguchi. The small group setting was perfect, and the guide was incredibly knowledgeable https://www.klook.com/en-AU/destination/p50006601-tokyo-railway-station/1-things-to-do/.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260724_1100474200415029859662723.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260724_1100157313847341606861140.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260724_1208085781997291175810858.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260724_1329448867034546358405501.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260724_1408561339863914528187467.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260724_1419372331184535370272897.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260724_1509344707668654531961123.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260724_1423237737100755524882630.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260724_1412514896425814418610160.jpgBut Fuji? We saw absolutely nothing. The mountain was shrouded in clouds for the entire day. It was disappointing, I won’t lie. But you know what? The views of the surrounding countryside and the experience of being out in nature were still incredible. Plus, we shared a good laugh about the elusive mountain we came all this way to see.
Klook Tip: Based on my experience and many reviews, Klook’s Mt. Fuji tours are generally well-organized and convenient https://www.klook.com/activity/89733-mtfuji-day-tour-flower-sightseeing-and-outlet-shopping-from-tokyo/?aid=71333&utm_medium=affiliate-alwayson&utm_source=non-network&utm_campaign=71333&utm_term=. However, if you’re booking one, manage your expectations. Mt. Fuji is a shy mountain, and it’s often hidden by clouds. I’d recommend doing your research on the best times of year for visibility, but even then, it’s a gamble.
Day 6: Tea, Shopping, and an Unexpected FriendDay 6 was a cultural and social adventure. We started at the serene Meiji Shrine, nestled in a forest right in the middle of the city.
Then came the experience I was most excited about: a private tea ceremony class booked via Klook. And it turned out to be just the two of us! The sensei was a Japanese man who had lived and worked in Canada for years. He spoke perfect English and was passionate about sharing his culture. We learned so much about the history and ritual of matcha that it made me appreciate every sip even more.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260725_1141413170523754665615639.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260725_1159517101977435727997519.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260725_1257195169865981948431379.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260725_123824715590815510718970.jpgAfterward, my friend dragged me to Shinjuku to buy Onitsuka Tiger shoes for her kids. I’m not much of a shopper, but I’m an expert people-watcher. I sat on a bench for three hours as she tried on pairs and waited in lines. That’s when I met Fernando, a Mexican tourist in the exact same predicament, waiting for his friend. We spent hours swapping travel stories and laughing about the chaos of shopping with friends. He was an unexpected highlight of my day.
Day 7: 7-Eleven FarewellOn our last morning, we did what any sensible traveler would do—we explored a 7-Eleven. I cannot stress enough how different Japanese convenience stores are from what we have in Manila. The food is on another level. We loaded up on onigiri, egg sandwiches, and Japanese sweets for the flight home.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260726_0912476701297986875101698.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260726_0927585904285789665786064.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260726_0937464226880551131488337.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260726_0939161874488563512765178.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260726_0912448412289471218843296.jpgThen, it was time to say goodbye. We took a cab to the airport and flew back to Manila, my suitcase full of matcha tea sets, homemade miso paste, dashi, mochi, and, of course, my beautiful vintage kimono and new leather shoes. https://hyperjapan.co.uk/shopping/treat-yourself-in-tokyo-cafes-relaxing-strolls-and-locally-made-japanese-souvenirs-in-one-guide-to-aoyama-omotesando/
Final Thoughts and Travel TipsTokyo is a city that will test your physical limits. Those 20,000+ step days are no joke https://udn.com/news/story/120912/9461511?ch=hk01. My old hip injury flared up, forcing me to alter my schedule and slow down more than I’d planned. But here’s the thing: the city adapts to you.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260725_085655994008455414258886.jpgMy solo days were a gift. I set my own pace, lingered in museums, chatted with locals at a sushi bar, and found the most amazing handmade items because I had the time to look. Plus, the sheer variety of things to do—from serene temples to vibrant shopping districts—means there’s something for everyone, whether you’re a culture vulture or a shopaholic. For anyone planning a trip, a few things to remember: Always carry cash because many local shops, especially in places like Ameyoko and Asakusa, don’t accept cards https://www.klook.com/activity/89733-mtfuji-day-tour-flower-sightseeing-and-outlet-shopping-from-tokyo/?aid=71333&utm_medium=affiliate-alwayson&utm_source=non-network&utm_campaign=71333&utm_term=. If you, like me, are prone to aches and pains, pack some pain relief patches, and don’t be afraid to take breaks https://udn.com/news/story/120912/9461511?ch=hk01. There are always small cafes or peaceful parks to rest in. And finally, for the best deals on food souvenirs, hit up Ameyoko—your wallet will thank you https://hyperjapan.co.uk/shopping/treat-yourself-in-tokyo-cafes-relaxing-strolls-and-locally-made-japanese-souvenirs-in-one-guide-to-aoyama-omotesando/.
https://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1803321128885448254069464.jpghttps://nicetiesoflife.org/wp-content/uploads/2026/08/20260723_1804083460028076985014196.jpgTokyo is a city of contrasts and unexpected moments. I came home with sore legs, a full heart, and a camera roll bursting with memories.
Kanpai!
-Arlyn
Exposition photographique au LE BAL 6 Impasse de la Défense, 75018 Paris, #France #paris18 #paris
#exposition #photo #art #culture #musee #photograph
Altro...Exposition photographique au LE BAL 6 Impasse de la Défense, 75018 Paris, #France #paris18 #paris
#exposition #photo #art #culture #musee #photographie #Photography
A presto
@labiennale@pixelfed.social #BiennaleCinema #LaBiennaleDiVenezia #eventsimages #celebrities #Venice #LaBiennale #culture #famous #movie #people #entertainment #fashion #dress #hautecouture #filmfestival #art #international #festival #portfolio #photography #agency #media #Fediverse #OpenSource #Linux
A presto
#eventsimages #BiennaleCinema #LaBiennaleDiVenezia #celebrities #Venice #LaBiennale #VIP #culture #famous #film #movie #news #people #photo #video #entertainment #fashion #dress #hautecouture #filmfestival #art #festival #portfolio #photography #video #agency #media #OpenSource #Linux #Fediverse
A presto
#eventsimages #BiennaleCinema #LaBiennaleDiVenezia #celebrities #Venice #LaBiennale #VIP #culture #famous #film #movie #news #people #photo #video #entertainment #fashion #dress #hautecouture #filmfestival #art #festival #portfolio #photography #video #agency #media #OpenSource #Linux #Fediverse
A presto
#eventsimages #BiennaleCinema #LaBiennaleDiVenezia #celebrities #Venice #LaBiennale #VIP #culture #famous #film #movie #news #people #photo #video #entertainment #fashion #dress #hautecouture #filmfestival #art #international #festival #portfolio #photography #video #agency #media #media #OpenSource #Linux #Fediverse
A presto
#eventsimages #BiennaleCinema #LaBiennaleDiVenezia #celebrities #Venice #LaBiennale #VIP #culture #famous #film #movie #news #people #photo #video #entertainment #fashion #dress #hautecouture #filmfestival #art #international #festival #portfolio #photography #video #agency #media #media #OpenSource #Linux #Fediverse
A presto
#eventsimages #BiennaleCinema #LaBiennaleDiVenezia #celebrities #Venice #LaBiennale #VIP #culture #famous #film #movie #news #people #photo #video #entertainment #fashion #dress #hautecouture #filmfestival #art #international #festival #portfolio #photography #video #agency #media #media #OpenSource #Linux #Fediverse
“Cowardice is stronger than common sense.”
Sunday Morning Reading
With writing from @robinince@mastodon.social
@Daojoan@mastodon.social @NatashaMH@n
“Cowardice is stronger than common sense.”
Sunday Morning Reading
With writing from @robinince@mastodon.social
@Daojoan@mastodon.social @NatashaMH@newsie.social
And more.
#SundayMorningReading #history #writing #music #photography #culture
https://warnercrocker.com/2026/08/23/sunday-morning-reading-169/
The Rabbit Paradox: How Fixing Australian History Handed Power to the Emus
If you could erase one event from history, what would it be?
If humanity
Altro...The Rabbit Paradox: How Fixing Australian History Handed Power to the Emus
If you could erase one event from history, what would it be?
If humanity had a single, golden lever to undo one moment in time, the gut instinct is always the catastrophic: wars, plagues, assassinations, or the burning of ancient libraries. Yet, history has a cruel way of teaching us that removing a monster often leaves a vacuum for a worse one, and curing a plague early might shift the balance of populations into brutal famines.
If I could erase one single, deceptively small event from the tapestry of time, it would be the 1859 introduction of twenty-four wild European rabbits into Victoria, Australia, by a well-meaning English settler named Thomas Austin.
Austin famously remarked that the introduction of a few rabbits could do little harm and might provide a touch of home, in addition to a spot of hunting. That single afternoon of nostalgic homesickness unleashed what became the fastest mammal invasion in biological history. Within decades, billions of rabbits had swept across the entire continent, stripping away root systems, turning fertile valleys into desolate red dust bowls, starving native marsupials to extinction, and warping an entire nation’s ecology forever. Erasing Austin’s little wooden crate of bunnies would save tens of millions of native lives, protect the fragile topsoil, and spare generations of farmers endless grief.
Yet, tampering with time never goes cleanly.
When the temporal distortion device hummed to life in our subterranean laboratory, the logic felt airtight. We targeted the Victorian docks in October 1859. The mission was surgically simple: intercept the shipping manifest, quietly drop the crate of twenty-four rabbits overboard into the English Channel before departure, and allow the timeline to settle into an era of green, unbroken Australian flora.
The machine whined, a sound like tearing silk, and reality collapsed inward.
The immediate side effect was not silence, but an aggressive, screeching shift across the digital fabric of the universe. In an instant, the timeline tried to stitch its threads back together. Whole economies that had been built around rabbit-proof fencing, Australian agriculture, and outback ecology collapsed and rearranged themselves into new digital systems.
Across modern offices, computer terminals flickered violently. Systems crashed as the cascade of historical variables forced every piece of modern infrastructure to rewrite itself on the fly.
Deep inside a nondescript government office in Melbourne, an overworked web developer named Liam sat frozen in front of his monitor. His screen was screaming in crimson errors. The sudden temporal divergence had corrupted every major public service network. The national infrastructure portal was offline, throwing chaotic status codes across every browser window.
Liam’s heart slammed against his ribs. The server room in the hallway began to wail with warning sirens. The internal logs read that if the central administrative interface was not rebuilt and validated against web accessibility standards within ninety seconds, the entire national emergency communication grid would lock out every operator in the country.
His breath caught in his throat. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, slick with cold sweat.
He had to remember the core principles of building an accessible, unbreakable system before the failure cascade went critical.
Every single page needed an informative, unique title that placed the most important details first. He slammed into the code, hammering out structural markup to convey pure meaning, ensuring screen readers and automated engines would never get lost in a flat wall of visual chaos.
Thirty seconds left.
The screen blinked with an ominous warning: Input Validation Failure.
He had to ensure the forms were forgiving of human error, clearly showing where problems occurred and suggesting corrections instead of locking panicked users behind technical jargon. He added meaningful text alternatives to every operational graphic, ensuring that critical interactive buttons possessed distinct visible states for mouse hover, touch, and keyboard focus.
Ten seconds. The room went pitch black, illuminated only by the frantic white glow of his monitor.
Liam hit the tab key, verifying that every single control could be reached and executed by a keyboard alone, bypassing every broken mouse driver and failing touch panel across the continent. He mapped the high-contrast palettes, ensuring foreground text stood boldly apart from the background.
Three seconds.
He held his breath. The entire room went dead silent. He pressed the final compile key.
The sirens stopped. The screen settled into a crisp, clean, perfectly accessible white interface. The red warnings vanished. The emergency broadcast system was alive and stable.
Liam collapsed backward into his chair, letting out the breath he felt he had held for an eternity. The world was intact. The ecosystem was saved.
Then, the first digital notification of the new, altered reality pinged on his dashboard:
Notice: Due to the total historical absence of European rabbits across the continent since 1859, the wild emu population has grown unchecked and now legally commands seventy percent of the Australian Senate.
#AI #AlteaSCigarsHouse #art #Ashwaganda #AustralianSlang #australianExpressions #beauty #BITESTOGO #bloganuary #bloganuary202401 #bloganuary202402 #bloganuary202403 #bloganuary202404 #bloganuary202405 #bloganuary202408 #bloganuary202409 #bloganuary202411 #bloganuary202416 #bloganuary202428 #bloganuary202429 #bloganuary202430 #books #camping #castles #chineseCuisine #cocktail #COCKTAILRECIPES #culture #curiosity #dailyprompt #dailyprompt1804 #dailyprompt1805 #dailyprompt1806 #dailyprompt1807 #dailyprompt1808 #dailyprompt1809 #dailyprompt1811 #dailyprompt1812 #dailyprompt1814 #dailyprompt1819 #dailyprompt1831 #dailyprompt1832 #dailyprompt1833 #dailyprompt1839 #dailyprompt1840 #dailyprompt1850 #dailyprompt1851 #dailyprompt1859 #dailyprompt1860 #dailyprompt1891 #dailyprompt1896 #dailyprompt1904 #dailyprompt1975 #dailyprompt1976 #dailyprompt1978 #dailyprompt1980 #dailyprompt1981 #dailyprompt1982 #dailyprompt1983 #dailyprompt1984 #dailyprompt1985 #dailyprompt1986 #dailyprompt1987 #dailyprompt1988 #dailyprompt1989 #dailyprompt1990 #dailyprompt1991 #dailyprompt1992 #dailyprompt1993 #dailyprompt1994 #dailyprompt1995 #dailyprompt1996 #dailyprompt1997 #dailyprompt1998 #dailyprompt1999 #dailyprompt2000 #dailyprompt2001 #dailyprompt2002 #dailyprompt2007 #dailyprompt2008 #dailyprompt2009 #dailyprompt2010 #dailyprompt2011 #dailyprompt2012 #dailyprompt2013 #dailyprompt2014 #dailyprompt2015 #dailyprompt2016 #dailyprompt2017 #dailyprompt2020 #dailyprompt2022 #dailyprompt2039 #dailyprompt2048 #dailyprompt2054 #dailyprompt2055 #dailyprompt2089 #dailyprompt2099 #dailyprompt2112 #dailyprompt2113 #dailyprompt2115 #dailyprompt2121 #dailyprompt2124 #dailyprompt2125 #dailyprompt2126 #dailyprompt2127 #dailyprompt2129 #dailyprompt2132 #dailyprompt2133 #dailyprompt2134 #dailyprompt2137 #dailyprompt2138 #dailyprompt2145 #dailyprompt2146 #dailyprompt2152 #dailyprompt2153 #dailyprompt2159 #dailyprompt2167 #dailyprompt2858 #DANCESPIRITCOLOROFPEACE #DOLOMITES #drinks #EmotionsFeelingsSundayPowerOfASmileMyLifeWithYouSOULCHEERFULNESSFEELINGSHOPETearsSometimesAKissIsAllYouNeedTheSilenceLifeSelfWords #Evernote #everyday #Facebook #facts #food #Greece #HAPPYHOUR #hiking #HISTORY #IFTTT #Instagram #Ireland #Irish #Island #Italy #kastellorizo #kitchen #language #learning #life #LifeAndAGIRLINTERRUPTEDFriendshipAndPoisonBULLIEDKLDONNOneDayAtOfficeESSENTIALFORSURVIVINGTheBreathOfASoulMePastPresentFutureYesUAreIGotItSome #LifeLessons #LoveAndAdventureAreIntricatelyConnectedInASummersimoSymphony #MoiraHopes #mountains #MYCOCKTAILWORLD #noMatterHow #noMatterHowBadIsTogetherWeCanWin #photography #pictures #Pinterest #RECIPES #social #sociology #SPERANZA #SUMMER #SUMMERBOMB #summersimoBestTouristGuidesAreYourTasteBuds #SUMMERSIMOTHEUNDERWORLD #SUMMERSIMOCOMPASS #SUMMERSIMOSCOCKTAILS #SUMMERSIMOSCOMPASS #SUMMERSIMOSGLITTERWAR #SUMMERSIMOSRECIPES #tapas #technology #TheBestTouristGuidesAreYourTasteBuds #TheCaseOfTheSilentNightingaleAndTheEtruscanDeception #ThePurringPage #theRabbitParadox #TheSoundOfSmile #TOE #TOURISM #tradition #traditions #travel #TRENTINOALTOADIGE #WithASummersimoSmile #writing #YOURBESTTOURISTGUIDESAREYOURTASTEBUDS
