Sara Rosso at WordPress HQ pulled out another fun Weekly Photo Challenge from her bag of tricks. This time around: GREEN.

When I read the post, I realized this latest test was, literally, right up my alley. Why? Because the “alley” I live on is Joseph GREEN Street — Viale Giuseppe VERDI, the Italian plural of VERDE, which means GREEN. The street, obviously, is named in honor of the world-renowned Italian opera composer of the same.

How appropriate, too, that the big city park, in all its GREENERY, is right across the street.

Anyway, it’s up to each of us participating to celebrate this primary color in all of its various shades and hues. From Army, Asparagus and Bright GREEN, to Spring, Tea and Water Sprout GREEN.

With about 29.2 percent of Mother Earth covered in land, just about everywhere we turn, unless we’re smack dab in the middle of the desert far from the nearest oasis, or adrift at sea, we readily experience GREEN. Physically, psychologically and conversationally.

Consider how GREEN colors our everyday language. Like, GREEN thumb, GREENER pastures, GREEN around the gills, going GREEN, and GREENBACKS. And there are many other examples of how GREEN dots our lexicon.

GREEN is a cool color that symbolizes nature and our natural world. GREEN represents tranquility, good luck, health, and, unfortunately, jealousy: GREEN with envy.

GREEN even relieves tension and eases stress. Actors and performers, before going on stage or in front of the the television camera, chill out, relax or decompress in the GREEN room.

Whether coming, going are being inside my humble abode on Viale G. VERDI, I’ve experienced my fair share of GREEN — from the sights I’ve seen, the food I’ve eaten, and the liquids I’ve consumed.

Here now is un assaggio (a little taste) of the shades of GREEN that I’ve encountered, near and far, from my GREEN, GREEN alley of home…

©The Palladian Traveler | ©Tom Palladio Images


Written by The Palladian Traveler

Tom traded his hometown St. Louis Cardinals' baseball cap in the United States for a Borsalino and he now hangs his "capello" in the Veneto region of northeastern Italy. A veteran print and broadcast journalist, with well-worn passports that have got him in and out of 49 countries and counting, Tom fell in love with the "Bel Paese" years ago. As he notes, "I'm inspired by the beauty I find in all things that are very, very old, and reliving history, or at least meandering along cobblestone streets that were laid down over a thousand years ago and just looking up and marveling at what occupies the space still today, really gets my 'Vespa' running." Tom has a good eye behind the lens and is a graphic storyteller, but he'll let you decide as he keeps his camera batteries fully charged and the posts flowing from his creative hideaway somewhere in the Veneto. You can also follow his dispatches from the cobblestone at and


  1. Clicking “like” just isn’t sufficient – I wanted to click “like” many, many times. Your narrative was engrossing, your music superb, and the images were nourishment for the mind and heart. Thanks you so much.

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