Poznan: city like candy

postcards from Ottawa

Ottawa from above, through a rather dirty window, does not lose any of its charm. Amongst the white fields, buildings are spread like children´s toys on a carpet. There is something familiar and cosy about this city. The winter, maybe, such a rare sight in my part of Europe nowadays, makes it a landscape taken from one of those Christmas glass balls.

Zagreb in just a few clichés

acne urbanis

vertical/orizontal

Ottawa lines, in February.

a week peak

Kulturni zentar Beograda/Belgrade Cultural Center.

the fire above

Hey little girl is your daddy home

Did he go away and leave you all alone

I got a bad desire

I'm on fire

Skywatch.

Viennese scripts

 A novel unfolds on the walls of the city: a romance of schnitzels and strudels, of Almdudlers and Suppentöpfer. Love goes through the stomach, they say, and how could you not love Vienna?

More Viennese photos on my facebook page HERE.

Viennese impressions

time, in some particular days, is something that Vienna is very generous with. there is time to travel, time to visit, time to admire.

time to coffee and time to chat.

time to friends and time to you.

time is an open door. and so is Vienna.

[post for Our World, especially thanks to the fact that tomorrow will be time to harmony - with Sabina.]

Sarajevo: vertically unlimited

Vertical limit? How can such a thing exist? Verticality is/means/embodies limitless. Faith does that too, and friendship is supposed to have its fair share of lack of boundaries.
Verticality also means freedom. Oh, and yes, for our dreams only the sky is the limit. In Sarajevo or wherever else.
What do you have to say about this?

[Mosaic Monday.]

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cityscaping: Graz. Openness.

Openness is the quality of being open, says the dictionary. Graz approves and brings forth design, freshness, youth, history and the best ice cream I have ever eaten. Yes, I can indeed open my heart to/in/for Graz. 
[walk in the street]

cityscaping: Linz. Passing through time.

Time flies.
You can avoid looking straight into its eyes,
by looking left, or right, or even hiding your head behind a pole,
but remember:
time flies and we are mere passengers through its tunnel.
[our world]

cityscaping: Graz. Dialogue al fresco

"what is that there, inside?"
"I guess it's another era..."

[for other windows and doors, go here.]

cityscaping: Graz. Between (two) poles

Knitting my way through Graz, I wrapped my soul into the nicest and warmest of feelings. A new urban love has just started.