of simple things and love

there are people who will bring up the best in you. the creativity, the wit, the laughter, the inner peace and the accepted inner storms. if you are lucky enough, they get to be your family too: chosen, not given. a precious gift.

 a day at the museum. with my chosen sister.

[wordful] [thankful]

the boy and the sea

Who could tell what is in the mind of a little boy while he watches the waves? Maybe not even the boy himself could tell. Is it joy? Is it fear? Is it the colour that fascinates him, or the roar? Observer, or tamer of waves?

Who knows? Maybe not even the boy himself could tell...

Our world. In the hands of children.

a little Sarajevan Ramadan story

I admit: I know almost nothing about Ramadan, so upon our arrival in Sarajevo we bumped into the first restaurant that was offering some gorgeous food on display - you know, the home-made type that will make your mouth water. But when the waiter told us we have to wait a good half an hour till he can serve us food, some lights blinked in our heads and we asked with one brow raised, already knowing the answer though: "aaand can we get a beer, too?". The man smiled, almost on the brink of starting laughing out loud, but probably fearing not to hurt our feelings he kindly explained: "oh, no, I am so sorry, but, you see, this is a Bosnian - Muslim restaurant, we only serve soft drinks. If you like a beer, you cross the street to the pub, drink it, and come back here for food afterwards." And yes, his English was this good!

Half an hour later, while sipping a beer on some comfortable couches of an open air Irish pub (yes, indeed), we heard a boom! and all of a sudden hundreds of grills started burning and the smell of barbecue invaded the city.

A day later we were rambling around the city at dusk, purposeless, but yet focused, observing, photographing, acquiring memories. Wondering why such a violent war has plagued such a beautiful - and peaceful - city.
I don't actually remember how we got on that hill above the Baščaršija, but since it was in front of us we climbed it. Surprised, we discovered there quite a bunch of people, not all Muslims, you could definitely see that from the clothing of the ladies, but all carrying some food boxes of sorts, yet unopened. A TV crew was there as well, fussing around the man who was definitely the most important person on the spot, the master of this small improvised canon. 

A cat and a dog were rambling around, the cat really cheeky, pushing its nose to open a pizza box and other bags of food, while people were explaining to him (yeah, a boy :)) ) that it's not time yet for the food. 

When the-most-important-man-of-the-hour started arranging his canon, we (as well as all the others) formed a semicircle around him. He pushed us back and we obeyed. A supreme authority he was!

And then: BOOOM! It was time for Iftar! The cat got its share of food from everybody around. The dog too. And nobody minded the fact that the animals were a bit impatient. 

  
The city down the hill came to life, thousands of lights started their dance. Smoke from the many Cevabdzinicas in the valley added funny curly mustaches to the landscape.
In the dimming light I took one more picture of this couple. The photo is shaky, but the message is clear: may love watch over Sarajevo, as it did that July evening, on top of the hill!

[G is from grateful. Part of the ABC Wednesday.]

Vienna: buildability

Midday heat, midsummer hectic.
[walk in the streets]

of beautiful people

the nights and days of a composer must be fabulous: dwelling in a magic world of sounds and wicked little harmonies, swirling around your ear, demanding that you catch them. that's not an easy task to get hold of your inner sound and put it on paper, and later, on the strings of a violin, or on the keys of a piano.
but how about the trivial Alltag - the quotidian, the daily routine? how does that fit this picture?

[share the joy]
[things in a row]
[sky watch]
[himmelsk]

a surfer's pride

[b&w weekend]

surfability no.3 (floating on sunshine)

talkability

Wordless Wednesday :p
B&W Wednesday

surfability no. 2

For a summer weekend, with a high coolness factor :).
[weekend in b&w]

surfability no.1

[things in a row]
[signs]
[share the joy]
[sky watch]

puppy love

At the beginning of summer, the beginning of a story. If long or short, who cares? A story is a story.
[ Outdoor Wednesday ]

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]

Bucharest: Composer's Dream

Oh, such a bad hair day, but what a wonderful friend day! With the Romanian composer & photographer Sabina Ulubeanu. My friend and dear sister.

[2nd photo copyright Sabina Ulubeanu 2012]

spelling W.I.E.N.: B from Brühl & an Inner City real life painting

Wordless Wednesday. Rednesday.
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blending in

Weekend reflections.
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Our World.
Wordless Wednesday.
Miercurea fara cuvinte.
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I smile at the world passing by

Wordless Wednesday.
Miercurea fara cuvinte.

the freedom of New Orleans (8)

B&W weekend.

the freedom of New Orleans (7)

Smile. Confident. Walk. Enjoy. Smile. Turn. Greet. Talk. Smile. Live. Enjoy. Celebrate. Smile.
Against the dreadful cold, a bit of New Orleans.

The weekend in B&W.
Walk in the Street.
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Life in pictures.

the freedom of New Orleans (6) - of rainbows and colours

I was walking in the frozen streets of Bucharest yesterday, thinking that somehow those steps are familiar to me, although somehow foreign now. Weird double realities, weird double standards. I carry with me everywhere my Viennese habits and I am so surprised when I find out they are unknown here...
But enough with this cold, let's go back to walking in the streets of New Orleans and enjoy some warmth and some colours...