This is the story of a blue ukulele.
The little ukulele didn’t start out with a blue hue, but rather came packaged in a box with some paints and stencils and glittered paper. I found the unadorned, child-sized instrument sitting on a sale shelf in a big box store, and decided to take him in and make a project of it. I broke out the bright blue paint, grabbed a paint brush, and laid it all out on top of yesterday’s newspaper.
So, for this month’s edition of 10-on-10, I give you the blue ukulele. Now, if only I knew how to play it…
We have a new member of the 10-on-10 family — Mr. Travis Button — so be sure to give him and each of these photographers a virtual high five and check out their posts as well.
There are many weeks when it seems I’m spending more time in the car than in our little cottage house. It comes with the territory of working for a publication that covers nine different counties around metro Denver. So what do you do with all that time driving hither and thither? Listen to a lot of music, radio stations, and my newfound favorite — podcasts. Yes, I’m about eight years behind on this one. I also take a bunch of photos with my trusty little fancy phone. Most of the following photos, pulled together for this month’s edition of our 10-on-10 collaborative project, were taken either while on the road, near a road, thinking about the road, or none of the above. Because consistency.
These aren’t the most technically auspicious photos, but I enjoy them for their simple record of this time in my life, (practically) living in the car, doing what I love in beautiful Colorado. (Oh, and a self-portrait. An art form I don’t dabble in too frequently, but that I thought I’d give a chance recently. So that’s the story.)
Be sure to stop by and give these ladies some love:
Berlin, Germany. The end of our two-week adventure across three countries in Europe. It was an interesting exercise to start our travels amid the ancient churches and cobblestones of Rome, and finish it surrounded by history that occurred in our own lifetimes. In Italy, you felt the immense awe of events so far removed; in Berlin, you felt the very recent realness of them.
Before Dan suggested we visit Germany at all, I had always overlooked it as a destination. (My apologies to all of Germany, including my ancestors. Nothing but love for you all.) Italy and France and Spain and England, these were the places that most frequently sprang to mind when imagining European excursions. As such, dear Germany remained rather unknown to me. Which made it all the more wonderful to cap off our journey. I had very few researched, must-see venues to visit. So instead, we just followed the pavement as it spread out before us.
I’ve been struggling to come up with the proper words to seal this recap of our two weeks traveling through Europe. In fact, the browser window holding a draft of this very post has remained open for almost a week on my computer, just quietly awaiting some keystrokes. I think you approach such a pilgrimage with the assumption that one way or the other, you’ll come out the other side with a sort of revelation to carry back home like a souvenir purchased from a street corner vendor. I certainly have felt this necessity. But in truth, I don’t believe you can walk away from a trip with the impact of your experiences neat and tidy and ready to be shared. In actuality, they sit with you, and remain with you for a lifetime to come, to chew over and process continuously. Maybe there’s never a single nugget to sum it all up. Instead, you’re left with a handful of little strings that you’ve tied to each location, that will anchor your heart and mind in fragments. And maybe that is just as it should be.
So that, for now, is all she wrote. Thanks for sharing a part of this with me.
We were about halfway through our two-week grand adventure when my mother texted us and said she couldn’t wait to hear the stories, see the photos, and watch our home videos. It was at that time that I realized I hadn’t taken any video of our trip thus far. Not a lick. Having only my fuji x100, I decided to shoot some footage using my fancy phone while we walked all about the streets of Paris. Then I made this video.
It’s a simple and cheery little piece. Much like our visit to Paris. I hope it inspires you to take a trip to this enchanting city yourself sometime soon. It remains one of my favorite places.
paris || our grand adventure from anya semenoff on Vimeo.
Thirty-six hours in Paris. Not a lot of time to work with when it comes to a city like Paris. So what do you do when on such a time crunch? Well, for one, I tried to start an insurrection by singing a tune from Les Miserables. Shockingly, not effective. Dan found a steak frites place right around the corner from our hotel, which was truly to die for. And he tried to kill me by making us walk up the many flights of stairs that meet visitors who wish too ascend the famed Eiffel Tower. (There was also an elevator-to-the-top option, but why do that when you can climb 704 steps?) We witnessed no fewer than two proposals while at the uppermost portion of the tower. Then toasted them in spirit, choosing to forgo an actual glass of expensive bubbly, available to purchase at the bubbly station. (Or “champagne bar” if you’re feeling classy. Which, when in Paris, I think you’re contractually obligated to be and feel classy.)
One day, I shall meet the Parisian streets with time available to truly explore the place. But until then, I’ll just have to make do with these brief, sweet encounters.