A Middling Winter

On another occasion recently, I took a stroll across the Árpád bridge and snapped this photo of the Danube. There's something particularly wintery about the scene, the way the clouds hover and throw the light of the Parliament back onto the surface of the river. The bony trees.

Drinking a Beer

I just listened to a Miles Davis album I'd never heard of. Ascenseur pour L'echafaud. Didn't know he was French. Soundtrack. Looked it up. Title means Elevator for the Scaffolding.

Day 13: Obama's Almonds (E07)

November 08, 2024 YES, 2024... Fast forward a year. This is as political as I get, which is to say, observational. Trigger warnings for people

October in Budapest

"You're not so good at weekly dispatches," a voice in my head tells me as I think about sharing more regularly. It's really like that. Just like that. Voices telling me thus and such, bickering sometimes.

Westside Rhapsody

Slow morning as you wish. The sky is robin's egg and the clouds are daubs of chalky gray. A cool, damp breeze pushes through the screen. Tiny cairns on the windowsill, a relic from Alaska. The dishwasher whirs in the background as you sit there being slow as you wish.