This week’s photo challenge is Wish (click on the link to see other interpretations of the challenge).

Khato places a candle. A wish or a prayer.
This week’s photo challenge is Wish (click on the link to see other interpretations of the challenge).
Khato places a candle. A wish or a prayer.
I studied geography at university many aeons ago. It fascinates me to see where this blog is getting the most views. Unsurprisingly the top 3 are USA, Georgia (where I live) and UK (where I was born). But UAE at #7 and Russia at #8=, I find more surprising.
blog views by country 2016
Thank you to all my viewers and followers, I hope you like what you see and look forward to any comments you might make.
This week’s challenge is Edge (click on the link to see other interpretations)
teenagers sitting on the edge of the steps at Davit Gareja
I like looking for natural frames to surround the subjects.
Here the leaves in the foreground provide a natural frame for the gardener.
Gardener Barakoni
Church Gate with Doves
Khato in the frame (Uplitsikhe)
Heart-like frame for the sky
Earth, third planet from the Sun, our home. Earth is also the soil, where we grow our food. Here are some herbs and vegetables taken from th earth on sale in our local market.
We share the Earth with many living organisms.
In Tbilisi, a city of over a million people, there are many trees, the Patriarch Ilia II has supported programmes for students to plant trees.
Abudelauri Lake (Blue)
Georgia has some of the highest mountains in Europe. here is the blue Abudelauri Lake in Khevsureti, between a green lake and a white lake, it took us three hours to walk here, but it was worth the trek.
This week the challenge asks for a Trio
A trio of flags.
In light of last Friday’s tragic events here are a trio of flags, two French and the middle one is Georgian, showing solidarity with France in the Georgian capital of Tbilisi.
Tbilisi is stiflingly hot in August, it seemed like a good time to head to the cooler mountainous regions of Georgia. This trip was taken over two days with “აბოდიალებულები” (which roughly translates as “the wanderers”) in a 4 x 4 Mitsubishi Delica driven by Dato. We met at the big bicycle sculpture at Rustaveli for an early 7am start.
Khevsureti is s a historical-ethnographic region in north eastern Georgia, to the north of the region is Chechnya, it is on the slopes of the great Caucasus mountain range. The architecture of Khevsureti is mostly highly fortified and defensive in character,featuring a profusion of towers clinging to the mountainsides,signifying constant vigilance in the face of enemy attack. The Khevsurs were renowned for their warfare with the (mostly Muslim) peoples of the Northern Caucasus including the Chechens, the Kists and the many peoples of Dagestan.
Our first cultural stop en route is at Korsha to visit the Khevsureti Ethnographic Museum.
The museum holds two rooms of dusty artefacts, old musical instruments, Georgian costume, and some paintings, including a painting of Shatili which is where we were heading.
After the museum we went to Bear’s Cross, a high mountain pass, where we met some intrepid Polish cyclists from Wroclaw, who had managed to get a lift to the top of the mountain pass on a Kamaz truck.
Then we headed on to the Weeping Mountain.
The landscape of Khevsureti is breathtaking, mountains, rivers, flowers….
Mutso, almost completely abandoned more than a century ago, is a home to approximately 30 medieval fortified dwelling units arranged on vertical terraces above the Mutso-Ardoti gorge, four combat towers and ruins of several old structures and buildings. Difficult to access, the village retains original architecture, and is a popular destination for tourists and mountain trekkers. Listed, however, among the most endangered historic monuments of Georgia, a project of the rehabilitation of Mutso has been developed since 2004. We had the privilege of seeing workers restoring the towers using traditional materials. Our walk up to Mutso was preparation for our long walk on Sunday.
On the way up there were some creepy Anatori Crypts, medieval communal tombs with human bones still visible.
In times of plague infected villagers would voluntarily enter these tombs and wait for death.
After Mutso we had a look at Ardoti and got a bit lost, luckily Dato drove back to pick us up and take us to our guest house in Shatili. Before sleeping, we ate our ritual supra (Georgian feast), the Khinkhali was a little disappointing, but as with Georgian supras, we had far too much to eat.
The second day of our trip comprised of a morning wandering about Shatili and an afternoon, were we walked and walked for hours to reach a couple of lakes.
Full Georgian Breakfast means Khachapuri, a sort of cheese bread.
Shatili, I think of as a Georgian Macchu Picchu, not that I have ever visited Peru, and it may not be the best comparison. A partially abandonned city set in the mountains. Shatili’s old town, built between the 7th and 13th centuries, is a unique agglomeration of tall koshkebi (towers) clinging together on a rocky outcrop to form a single fortress-like whole.
The houses were abandonned between the sixties and the eighties.
After Shatili it was back in the Delica headed for Lake Abudelauri and a very long walk.
From the village of Roshka to the first lake of the Abudelauri lakes (the green one) it took us three hours of uphill walking in hot sun, quite a challenge. I covered up as much as I could not wishing to get sunburnt, the strong Georgian sun had caught me out in previous summers.
The green lake was a little disappointing, the blue lake was very blue and the white lake we didn’t visit as it would mean a further one and a half hour walk.
We met our friend Damian and his hiking buddies at the lake, it can seem a small world at times. Our walking took from 1.30 pm to 8pm, that is a lot of walking for someone like me used to sitting at a computer, my legs are feeling the journey today (Monday). It was a good trip, but quite tiring. Khevsureti is magnificent.
This week’s challenge is entitled “Close Up” (click on the link to see other interpretations). I notice many other bloggers have submitted stunning photos of bees, flowers, butterflies and dewdrops. I like to be different.
My image is a close up of a candle on the verge of dying. This was taken in an Orthodox Church, where candles are bought and lit and put in sand receptacles as prayers are said. The second image is to give some context to the first.
The symbolism of candles in the Orthodox Church is described in this blogpost: The Use of Candles in the Orthodox Church by John Sanidopoulos
Saint George links my past in England with my present in Georgia. The flag of England has one cross of St George, the flag of Georgia has five. St George is patron saint of both countries.
The “real” George may have been born in Palestine in about 270 AD, to a Roman father and a mother from Cappadocia, in what is now eastern Turkey. He served the army of the pagan Emperor Diocletian until the order came to persecute fellow Christians. George would not deny his faith, so he was tortured, buried in the sand and finally beheaded, in the town of Lydda on 23 April 303. Historians disagree about many of the facts.
George is a man with a complex heritage, born as cultures and empires were colliding. George is a foreigner to both England and Georgia, although he lived considerably nearer to Georgia and his mother came from Cappadocia like the other major Georgian Saint: Nino, who is said to have brought Christianity to Georgia.
St George in Islamic Culture
Saint George is somewhat of an exception among saints and legends, in that he is known and respected by Muslims as well as by Christians, his stature in the Middle East derives from the fact that his figure has become somewhat of a composite character mixing elements from Biblical, Quranic and folkloric sources, at times being partially identified with Al-Khidr, a righteous servant of Allah, who possessed great wisdom or mystic knowledge. He is said to have killed a dragon near the sea in Beirut and at the beginning of the 20th century, Muslim women used to visit his shrine in the area to pray for him.
“Advance our standards, set upon our foes Our ancient world of courage fair
St. George Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons….. “Richard III. act v, sc.3