Hello everyone. This blog post has been a long time coming and there’s two things you need to know before you proceed any further. One, this is not a food blog, and two, it is a bit of a throwback. Quite a throwback to be honest, but things have gotten out of hand in my organisation planet, whatever that is, and only now I am finding some time to publish these photos. They were taken in the middle of summer a year ago and have remained in my ‘I’ll see when I get to these/maybe later’ file since then.
I don’t know how I feel about this set of photos. No, I am neither fishing for any compliments nor being seeming unashamedly humble. Far from it. The thing is I’m still learning. I have been taking my own pictures for this blog for a few years now. There are posts that I’m happy about, and there are a few disappointing ones. Like everything else in life, curating and maintaining a blog is a work in progress. Unfortunately since coming back to Malta after living in the “green and pleasant land”, I have not found my inspiration. Unlike J, I still have to seriously take my camera places and just take a few shots just to test the waters. Apart from my Canon 30D (inherited from J), which is great, especially with my prime lenses, we now have a more compact camera, so portable and comparatively so teeny there’s no excuse not to take it with me where ever I go.
Now, let me be clear, as I’m sure you’ve heard others say, you don’t need any fancy equipment to take brilliant photos. Our friend D (I’ll try to ask for permission to mention and link to any photos) has shot some beautiful pictures using a mobile phone. I’m lucky to have a good mobile camera and nowadays taking photos with it is so simple, mostly because it’s always with me. But that wasn’t always the case. I remember getting so frustrated with the low quality of my old photos that I gave up completely on having an Instagram account. That time has passed and what I can say is this: my photos are not perfect, but whatever snapshots I decided to put on there, it’s me.
A few words on this beautiful chapel, called Kappella tal-Isperanza, or the Chapel dedicated to Our Lady of Hope, found in Mosta. More precisely found in Wied L-Isperanza/Wied Il-Għasel, depending on which direction you follow. It’s a charming place, relatively peaceful, built on the valley. In an nutshell, legend has it that after praying to Our Lady, a young girl hid in the cave beneath the chapel (built in the 18th century, after the event). A number of Turkish pirates spotted her and her sisters, while the family tended to their sheep in the valley, and a chase ensued. Her sisters escaped, but the girl, who limped slightly couldn’t run fast enough, so she sought refuge in the cave, hoping and praying for safety.
After a thorough search the pirates decided to turn back. At the entrance to the cave was a large unbroken spider’s web, that couldn’t have remained intact if the girl was hiding in the cave.
The Chapel was built as a gesture of gratitude and devotion. The cave is now sealed but you can see the inside through the iron bars. You can reach it through some steps leading downward on the right side of the Chapel.