Around The World In 3 Pictures

I love the N-N-1 no matter how many entries we get in. All you need is one different perspective of the same date and the same time. I don’t really have the words to express the powerful emotions it evokes in me. I hope you enjoy this edition as much as I did.


I sought out a quiet place for my picture this time around. I love graveyards. There is a calm serenity that is hard for city dwellers to find. Though, truth be told, I would love a graveyard if I lived on top of a mountain. This is one of the Catholic graveyards in Lafayette. The Catholic ones tend to have more older trees and rolling landscape. It is almost enough to make me consider becoming Catholic and be buried rather than cremated. But the odds are that I shan’t. I wonder if I can find a graveyard on a mountaintop to visit.

Norm Houseman, Classical Gasbag

Milo drove me to and from the barcode barn

For my first checkup

Since being released.


I was surprised to discover

That I missed the place

With all the rules and

Cannots that go with it.


I even missed Nurse Grumple of the Shiny Pate,

With the sour disposition and fishy eyes.

Ready to slap you if no one was watching.

I must plan my revenge!


They asked me if I had had any problems.

I said “No.”

They asked me if I was taking my meds.

I said “Yes.”

They asked me if I had found a new job yet.

I said “No.”

I lied. I am back working as a bartender.

I also failed to mention the bottle of Jim Beam Milo was holding for me in his car.


I may skip my next session.

Natalie Garvois


I inadvertently picked an N-N-1 without realising how many firsts I would be capturing on my phone. Normally, I would pick a normal day with the hope that it would spread the philosophical message of ‘what’s boring and normal for you is exotic and exciting to someone else’.

This day in history marked the first trip abroad for my 4 month old niece – first trip for her parents with her on a flight, her first flight, using her first passport for the first time, visiting a beach for the first time, and the first time she did a flawless crawl. You get the picture.

This picture is also a reminder to me to actually get out and do things that are on my list. I knew of this city beach (Cologne is nowhere near the ocean, this is a naturally occurring beach by the river Rhine) but only got around to visiting it when Isabelle was here. And now that it’s getting colder again, I regret not spending every summer weekend there.


11 Comments Add yours

  1. Sorry for the small participation, but you’re right, disparate people with different personalities sharing a common moment can be a powerful message. Or at least a fun moment.


  2. So sorry about not replying back. I had a weird Labor Day and last couple of weeks have been odd too. Trying to snap out of the funk. Definitely participating in the next one.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. cupitonians says:

      I’m looking forward to it. Feel free to host if you feel up to it


  3. Reblogged this on Wild Rivers Run South and commented:
    My thanks to Cupitonians for letting me in on this project. It was a chance for me to let me share my life with new people and to see what is happening in their lives.


  4. colonialist says:

    When you visit, you make a thorough job of it indeed!


    1. cupitonians says:

      Hahaha. Es tut mir sehr leid! Unfortunately, I’ve been out of touch with your blog and what’s going on with your life. Life is slightly back on track now, so I’m doing the things I love = reading my favourite blogs. I hope my notifications weren’t too much of a nuisance!


      1. colonialist says:

        Not at all. it is always gratifying to know that you have whizzed by!

        Liked by 1 person

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