These eyes...

These eyes... cry every night for you.
These arms... long to hold you again.

The hurtin’s on me yeaah,
But I will never be free no my baby, no no...
You gave a promise to me yeaaaah and you broke it, you broke it. Oooh, no....

These eyes...
Ha ha these are known as 'the eyes of Sibiu'. They follow you throughout the entire city. Ah very cool. Ha ha But very creeepy...

Father Time Resides In Sibiu...

These photos were taken last weekend in the charming old city of Sibiu. We travelled two hours by bus each way, to spend the day there. Sibiu received the European Capital of Culture around in 2007, and is ranked as Europes 8th most idyllic place to live. It's stunningly beautiful....

and very unique in the sense that it's colors and demeanor as a whole are rather reminiscent of an old sea port village... resting in the middle of Transylvania.

The Black and White Chronicles

There’s something about people in photographs that’s deeply captivating to me. Photos of landscape or buildings without, appear cold and empty... But to catch a shadow, to capture a human soul unknown to you in time, is incredibly haunting and mysterious. An entire life compiled of infinite moments and stories held within their being, affecting the world at large in ways you could never imagine, frozen before you… it takes my breath away.

Oooh look! A BALOOOON...

A Balloon is a very funny thing… such a simple, spell bounding, universal symbol of happiness, and joy.

Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something Blue...

First Photo. Something Old and Something New... I didn't even realize what I had captured here until going through my photos a few days later...

Second Photo. Willy Loman. Death of a Salesman. Oh. My. Goodness. Have you ever read a novel, and found yourself years later, face to face with a character just as you had created them, stitch for stitch and inch for inch, in your mind? It’s a feeling that kind of alters your universe for a split second... completely mind splitting, like déjà vu or serendipity. As such this is ‘Something Borrowed’, because the universe, or so it seems, borrowed the blueprint I created for Willy Loman when I was 15.

Third Photo. Something Blue. For the simple reason that this man, and the building behind him, are in MINT condition. Ah ha, ha.

Bagels on a String!

Ok. This little guy being pushed along next to his father swinging bagels on a string was priceless. My eyes practically popped out of my head... I desperately wanted bagels on a string, to swing...

Note: They are giant pretzels. But I just couldn’t stop myself from wanting to call them bagels on a string (they are as big as bagels and these ones lack the distinctive pretzel heart shape.) After I sighted this, I started to see people everywhere swinging, tying, sharing, packing, spinning, twirling... their strings of bagels. I was the only person who thought this was the greatest thing ever... ha ha

Another Note: Pretzels pretty much grow on trees here. Small pretzels, large pretzels, salted pretzels, chocolate pretzels. sesame pretzels, poppy seed pretzels....

I bought freshly stringed pretzels later on for dinner. I am thankful they were indeed airy and light... like a pretzel... because stomaching 3 bagels would have been a feat.

That's Amore

Early last week just as I was setting off from the Office, I was advised to head back to my apartment in a direction opposite of my usual route. I was told to take a ‘short cut’ that climbs up a single steady and steep incline, instead of my slightly longer path that wraps around the hill I live on.

Well, the sun was shining and the birds were singing, so with a sense of amore and ambition in the air, I took heed went. I had just come around a bend to discover a park, and my friends / co volunteers Dan (hailing from Maine, U.S.A.) and Dagmar (from Holland) walking towards me. They too were relinquishing in a spirited fresh air stroll along the hillside, so I invited them to join me on my adventure short cut. (All of the volunteers live with host families in different areas of the city. I am fortunate to live in a n old odd hilly area with views that sneak up on you and a solid daily climb to fend off croissants and cheese.)

We were barely half way to my block, when after turning around to take a few pictures of Dan and Dagmar… I found Tessa. Not only ready with camera in hand but most importantly with friends whom I was able to express my delight and excitement to. I can only imagine having met Tessa all by lonesome and looking around to find no one to share the moment with....

‘When the sun hits your scrawl, of I Love You on the wall…. that’s Ammooorrre.” It was perfect.

P.S. I added a photo taken by the park fountain, of a little boy struck by the spring Amore…