skaters

I should have posted more today. I thought about Kierkegaard and Jung and Paint and Trains. I photographed these skaters in Budapest in January of 2005. It was our last day in Hungary and we had left the national museum of art and trekked across Hero's Square to this little restaurant where we could get some beer and soup. I looked down at these skaters and thought about a picture my dad had taken when he was in the service in 1956 of skaters in Germany, somewhere, of skaters, in black and white. My dad, and the whole NATO force was ready to go to the aid of the Hungarians in 1956, but didn't. So 49 years later I told my dad I was taking that trip to Budapest he almost took when he was in Europe.

kitten pals

Louise, our cat pictured here, has a difficult relationship with what I call her "kitten sisters in Christ." Deep inside I know she wants to embrace them; to cherish them; to encourage them with acts of charity and altruism. She can't help it if tuna shorts out the altruism circuits of her brain. She can't help it if she's conditioned to protect her territory at all costs. When you see her here, a pink bow appended to her neck, what you are looking at is more than a small domestic cat capable of multiferous vocalizations. What you see here is a cry for help.