Many times I've walked through Budapest being struck by something I wanted to share. Here, I do just that. What follows are glimpses along life's path that had touched my heart. Enjoy!Budapest Daily Photos recently moved to its own home. The photos here may be enlarged by clicking on them unlike BudapestResources.com website, its previous home.
Wishing all of you a peaceful and blessed holiday season. May you focus on the blessings and not the lack; friendships, relationships rather than objects and be generous with your time toward one another. Memories last far beyond any tangible gift you may give. Merry Christmas!
Been absent far too long and will be again as I am preparing to leave for the holidays and be back the second week of January. Wishing all of you a gentle and meaningful conclusion to the old year. Give yourself time to count your blessings before planning for an even more meaningful 2010. Yes, you can you simply need to want to. And you all do, don't you?
I'll leave you with this bit of wisdom that sums things up rather eloquently.
This must be my favorite topic - doors/doorways! Enjoy November Theme Day and be sure to visit the interpretations of other photographers --> Click here to view thumbnails for all participants Thank you for stopping by.
Because yesterday would have been an "If It's Wednesday, It Must be Doors" day, I chose this magnificent door as the contrast photo (the black and white) for theme day. The location is a pedestrian street in downtown Budapest.
A little over two weeks-ago my favorite of the cats had to be put to sleep. She drastically lost lots of weight and showed up one day from the attic and was not strong enough anymore to even walk.
Spent the day cradling her, praying and crying. By the end of the day her limbs were cold and eyes dilated so when the vet opened I've taken her in to be relieved of further suffering.
According to the vet it is an untreatable disease that attacks the immune system and is very contagious. Now I'm watching the other cats to see what will happen. Gigi spends too much time laying around day and night and merely licks the juices off the food, so I'm bracing myself.
So the photo on the right of the screen is now minus one furry friend, the black beauty who had the most rambunctious personality of the three.
This is the only butcher shop in the Town of Bajna. The young man laboring behind the counter is the grandson of the fellow we used to buy meat from before leaving Hungary in 1963. The sign on the wall is probably also from that era when there were no glass cases for the meat and the butcher did the fondling of the meats on both sides of the counter. Oh, yes - grandpa had quite a reputation in the village.
Each time I go in there I try to persuade the man to sell me the sign but he rather enjoys it and allows people to photograph it.
This is not a traditional doorway that you've become used to seeing here - but it is a doorway. Before and beyond it are visual delights as well as those for the palate. Can you guess where you are?
Considering that it is Wednesday, I wanted to stay with the 'door theme' - but because today is also April Fool's Day I've taken the liberty and confused your senses by presenting a photo from Harrod's department store in London. Yes, on my way to the US I took a short detour.
A walk down Andrassy Blvd had provided me with some lovely images of old villas that are now used as embassy, businesses or residences. Don't know anything about the buildings that appear here, there are presented solely for their aesthetic value.
It had been far too long that I've written and pretty much lost for words still, but there is music that speaks to the heart. This is one of my favorite Hungarian entertainers and this particular song appears here with a particular person in mind whose blue eyes and beautiful smile is so much missing from my life.
Margaret Island in the middle of the Danube in Budapest is one of my favorite spots. You are in the city yet so far. This photo was taken on one of the peaceful paths by the fish pond.
Last week during my visit to the city I walked through Liszt Ferenc Ter with a camera in my hand. It was icy and chilled and the statue of the poet Attila Jozsef seemed to reflect this well. Here he is, judge for yourselves.
This is still in Rome from our visit last year. The door was on one of the monuments rather than an actual door in daily use. Still spectacular, don't you think?
This being New Year's Eve and a Wednesday I chose a festive door from our trip earlier this year to the Eternal City. It looks festive, mysterious and cheerful - befitting for the last day of the old year and in anticipating the new.
The door here is almost an excuse, what I had hoped to convey was the mood. Yes, we are still in Rome and this little 'alley' is along side of the Spanish Steps where you can come up to the top in a less crowded fashion with some colorful spots along the way. There is a wine bar, a restaurant and fine porcelain shop at the top.
The intimacy of the small alley, the curves, the steps and certainly not lastly, the colors of the buildings that glow like melted gold in sunlight.
As long as I'm here looking and it is Wednesday, let me post a beautiful door from the city of Rome. The photo was taken during our annual spring vacation.
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them. In reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right person to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Ferko, Gigi, Matyi
my wonderful furry friends
The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
The Invitation
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful to be realistic to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.