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Spring Springs in Budapest

Soon the restaurants and bars along the Duna will open up, and the ones I'm talking about are the kind that have a small cottage for prepping food, surrounded by picnic tables and mismatched seating, string lights, umbrellas and awnings, places where if you drop a french fry it lands in dirt.

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.

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.