Pic and a Word Challenge #174: To the valley below

One of my favourite songs is about one more cup of coffee before we go to the valley below. And when I went, there was a river too and its name was Soča, or Isonzo if you ask the rest of the world.

Two galleries today: first one of the snow-less winter view from the hill Sabotin above the Italian-Slovenian border, which has carried the inscription TITO for a long time and from which you can see the Soča river in the valley below.

Say her name: Saw-cha.

I’m sure Mr. Dylan (and, indeed, Patrick) won’t mind if I borrow his poem for this week’s Pic and a Word challenge. He sure knows how to pick them.

One More Cup of Coffee, by Bob Dylan
Your breath is sweet
Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky
Your back is straight, your hair is smooth
On the pillow where you lie
But I don't sense affection
No gratitude or love
Your loyalty is not to me
But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your daddy he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw the blade
He oversees his kingdom
So no stranger does intrude
His voice it trembles as he calls out
For another plate of food
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your sister sees the future
Like your mama and yourself
You've never learned to read or write
There's no books upon your shelf
And your pleasure knows no limits
Your voice is like a meadowlark
But your heart is like an ocean
Mysterious and dark
One more cup of coffee for the road
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below

And here is the same river once you reach the valley, almost immediately after that power plant from the last photo above. We did it in the summer.

It was a calm green smooth affair, running into the middle age, after a turquoise and turbulent childhood and teenage years which I still have to photograph.

And at around 40 she leaves Slovenia for Italy. Don’t we all.

In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #174: Valley


  1. “it doesn’t matter if Prince Charles falls off his horse or that the hummingbird is so seldom seen or that we are too senseless to go insane. coffee. give us more of that coffee.”

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  2. I love the first photo of the valley taken from within the cave (did I understand that correctly?) and the second to last one with the reflection of the bridge. How different the river and valley looks from high above versus closer. A great metaphor for life!

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    1. Thank you, Irma. I appreciate you hopping around my blog and leaving your thoughts like morsels for me to feed on (first I wrote “morels” by accident but they are edible too!). A metaphor indeed. The first photo was taken from a bunker cave in the same Peace Park with trenches from WWI and the Isonzo Front as pictured in the War inside my head post.

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  3. I enjoyed the different perspectives on the Soča in its pretty valley. It’s been a while since I’ve seen either a deep valley or a blue-green river! Time for a trip out of the flatlands, I think …

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