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First love. Second love. Last Love. True love. We are both mother and child, when it comes to love. Round statue in Budapest, Hungary.
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Baltimore or Budapest? Yesterday's answer…… Orlando, Disney Hollywood Studios, Faux Street!
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This pelican and cormorant were a familiar sight at the Budapest Zoo. Not exactly like our pelicans, but very familiar, like the people were familiar. They may have spoken a very different language, but they looked just like us! There's a line from a U2 song: There is no them, there's…
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What if you are here on this beautiful, physical, gravity based planet, simply because you want to be here? You like a challenge! In our smallest moments and our largest, and everywhere in between, this is it, the stuff of our lives. Are you having fun yet? …
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Perhaps when we feel alone and fearful, we truly aren't so alone. Angels have been part of our imagination for a long, long time. Maybe there is a reason for that? At best there is some comfort in believing that we are all being looked after somehow, by beautiful, benevolent, winged…
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To an adult, a cemetary is a serious thing, but to a child, it's another place that needs exploring. No prior knowledge, no expectations, no prejudices, a great way to live each day. Cemetary in Budapest, Hungary. Kid = Aden.
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Considering these grave markers, (are they discarded,or awaiting re-positioning, it's hard to say?) it might encourage one to seize the day, since once you have given up your body, you are really gone. Maybe not really dead as some suggest, but really gone. Ancient Cemetary outside of Budepest…
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More from the drive through Budapest.
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Traveling to the little towns and villages that we visited in Hungary, we had to go through Budapest from Godollo. These shots were taken through the windshield of the little Pugeot that got us around. I can only identify one of the buildings, the Opera House. This building had been gutted…
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If I hadn't been traveling with a local, I would have been hopelessly lost in Budapest. This archway led from one street to another that took us to the train for home, Godollo home that is. It was this shadow cast onto the floor that intrigued me. Sometimes it's…
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