This morning started off a bit wobbly as I reached for my coffee and realized I’d run out of cream. So, one cup of black coffee later, I came up with my slightly behind schedule travel theme for the week, and went in search of suitable photos. Here’s what I came up with, starting off with a creamy, otherworldly landscape in Yellowstone.
A swathe of drought-ravaged daisies in Wisconsin‘s late summer heat.
A statue of the drunk and lecherous Silenus, aka The Baboon, skulking on Via del Babuino (Baboon Street) near the Spanish Steps in Rome.
The quiet beauty of a Piet Oudolf garden in a wintry New York.
The otherworldly expanses of Cappadocia in Turkey.
Toasty crumpets hot off the grill at Pike Place Market in Seattle.
The ultimate Boston Cream Pie, with a generous side of fresh cream, at its birthplace, Parker House, right in the heart of Boston.
And how could I resist a photo of ice cream – this from the infamous Bent Spoon in Princeton.
I think I’ve just put on five pounds thinking about those last three photos, so I’m handing it over to you for your interpretation of this week’s theme. If you would like to join in (everyone’s welcome!) here’s what to do:
- Create your own post and title it Travel theme: Cream
- Include a link to this page in your post so others can find it too
- Watch out for the next travel theme which will come out next weekend
- Don’t forget to subscribe to keep up to date on the latest weekly travel themes. Sign up via the email subscription link in the sidebar or RSS.
Show me the crème de la crème of your cream-inspired photos.
❤ Ailsa
My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it’s on your plate. – Thornton Wilder
A cup of coffee – real coffee – home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfectly sweet, neither lumpy nor frothing on the Java: such a cup of coffee is a match for twenty blue devils and will exorcise them all. – Henry Ward Beecher
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