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.

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  Sveta gora (Holy Mountain), left.

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  Must be a power plant.

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

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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.

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  Kayak centre in Solkan. Soon after Soča leaves Slovenia for Italy. Don’t we all.

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