Home. It’s where the cats hate me in a very specific, familiar way. An antagonistic yet friendly way. They acknowledge I belong to the landscape, organically, like the trees, the asphalt, the houses, and the metal gates. I am one with their surroundings, and they hate me with passion, because they are cats. They turn…
Category: Arad
Home for the Holidays-Pandemic Edition
Everything is the same. Nothing is the same. I run the last pre-Christmas errands in Budapest, buy the same candy as in all other years, but the store has almost run out of them. Panic buying, the shop assistant whispers somewhat incredulously from under her mask, we’ve run out of almost everything, what if they…
If It’s Sunday, It’s More Cats
I am fully aware that I very recently posted another similar cat frenzy, and I felt moderately uneasy about flooding the blog with felines again, but then I said oh well, it’s my blog, I might as well have fun with it and post whatever I feel like. The initial intention was to document the…
A Tourist at Home- Autumn in Arad
I recently read a piece about how our experience of time changes as we age– namely, we feel that time passes faster than when we were younger. Which, since I just started getting irked by the prospect of Christmas shopping when I know for a fact that yesterday was a balmy day in May,…
Arad 50/mm Continued
The first Arad 50/mm installment was a bit of a Schrödinger’s cat of intentions situation, so I can proudly declare that I really meant the second one, as a sort of late spring follow up to the late autumn edition. I also decided to try and take some snaps of my nieghbourhood, which, since I…
An Apology to Roses
I usually start getting hysterical that autumn is almost here as soon as the lilac blooms over. Yes, the lilac, yes, that’s early May, yes, summer hasn’t even officially started yet, nor has spring actually come into its full rights. But somehow as soon as the lilac season is over I feel that the best…
The Easter of Taking It Easy
Since holidays often have that tendency of getting slightly (read totally, completely, fundamentally, catastrophically) out of hand, I decided to have a Lebowski Easter this time, that it, just take it easy. No definite plans for any of the days, except perhaps the Sunday service I reluctantly attend to please my grandmother, but that works…
Silence and Neon Lights
If I had any serious literary talent I’d probably be able to write a short novel about what it feels like to return to my home town, luckily for you though, I do not, so this little piece is the closest I’ll get to articulating what it’s like to be back on home turf after…
A Caturday Post
Since life is basically what happens to you between two sessions of browsing cat pictures on the Internet, I thought I’d enrich the online treasure trove and share some shots of the freshest addition to our cat clan (read:the entities ruling our household with an iron paw). Flex came into the word as a…
Arad/50 mm
I might claim that my project of shooting one day in Arad strictly with the 50 mm lens was a great artistic endeavour of which I thought long and hard and which was aimed at revealing something in particular about the town I’ll always fondly call home. The truth is, I was lazy. Lazy to…
Pocket Diary Budapest 