" Black & white " alley cat...

Combing the area

For something to eat

And a safe place to sleep

How much life....

You must have already lived.......!

...I saw the black and white flower at night
that lighten up my sight
The flower told me all the truths
When nobody else could see through
Now I see people for what they really are
I see the real and the fake
No matter how they try to cover up or
what they are and
there is only gray .........................!

.....Gray birds, gray skies, gray windows.
The day is a corpse too big for a grave....

....That old wheel is gonna roll around once more
When it does it will even up the score
Don’t be weak: as they sew, they will reap
Turn the other cheek and don’t give in
That old wheel will roll around again......

 

... a silent harmonica...

Is there a story behind these gothic windows...?

...maybe these dark windows will one day have light shining through their dark shutters making everyone happy and care free. I don't think that would happen soon but until then I'll just keep staring at these dark windows....

An abandoned village ...but still there is a sign : " not to park in front of the door"

And this one?

...Some frogs
have their own rocks
where they sit...
and think
and wink
and look at the world
and nap
and snap
and pretend to be fierce..

Animals first!  

The place called "relief or comfort"...it maybe has something to tell us...

Don{t know what to tell about this one: marks that indicate chakras of the Earth...

At a cemetary.....all those angels, watching over...sametimes so scary but peaceful

.....In autumn I walk among the stones
Cool dampness under my feet
Whispers come like awakening voices
Not wild, but rather soft and sweet

The voices pleaded, "Read aloud our names!"
Before time washes them away
To bring rememberance back to the world
Where once they worked and played......

 

And "believe" it or not : both Bruce Willis and Bruce Lee were here...

That whole "Blame the farts on me" thing...it's getting old...

...They take me everyday for a walk by the sea..." Who says that beagles swim...?"

"I,m goin to fit here ..a rest of my life...."

" Yea my friend,,look into my eyes and say: "I will be big dog one day..!"

...."ok, ok , MAYBE  i "runaway" too often..but this is too much....!"

"Dreaming to be REAL hunting dog someday"

Leaves in the Fall come tumbling down,
Scarlet and yellow, russet and brown,
Leaves in the garden are swept in a heap,
The trees are ready for sleep....

...Guess we’re gonna have to learn to live again
In this world
Whatever goes down
May it fall easy on you
Autumn flower.....

"Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile."

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.  For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. 

.....I like the woods
In autumn
When dry leaves hide the ground,
When the trees are bare
And the wind sweeps by
With a lonesome rushing sound.
I can rustle the leaves
In autumn.....

Inside Bale, silence after tourists have left!

On a scenic road from Pula to Rovinj you will find a medieval town called Bale in Croatian language and Valle in Italian. The town has preserved its middle age ambience of thick set houses grouped around a little square dominated by the so called Soardo-Bembo Palace.

Another Venetian lion above the town gate testifes centuries of the Venetian influence.

Shady, narrow streets and secret passageways.

Step into the past.

Stone, stone, everything is here always made of stone.

From the bell tower you will enjoy a magnificent view of Balle which stands 106 meters above the sea level.

Big church, small town.

Traditional water well which used to decorate many courtyards. Water however has always been more precious than excellent local wine.

3 medieval scourges ; wars, plague, malaria epidemics.  

Bale is the best kept secret for true jazz lovers.

This passageway has been walked for many centuries ; from ancient Roman soldiers, Casanova to  jazz musicians, hippies and tourists.

Don`t miss this unusual tiny chappel when you drop in Bale.  

Medieval wall paintings decorate some little chappels in hilltop towns scattered around. Travelling painters used to copy faces of the few surviving locals  and insert them into Biblical characters.

My husband says that Marilyn Monroe`s spirit wanders around these streets in Bale. Or is it maybe just another of those "tell it to the marines" that he tells while guiding his tours.    

If you are feeling down

And need a cheerful friend,

Come outside,

Meet the street cats!

I should have
been named Independence
because that's how I live my life.

"You can keep a dog; but it is the cat who keeps people, because cats find humans useful domestic animals."

"Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this."

I'm only a cat,
and we'll get along fine...
As long as you know
I'm not yours... you're all mine!

...A cat as black
As blackest coal
Is out upon
His midnight stroll.....

My favorit "street guy"

A prayer for every street cat to pray:

Dear God, please send me somebody who'll care.
I'm so tired of running and sick with despair.
My body is aching and filled with such pain;
And dear God I pray, as I run in the rain
That someone will love me and give me a home,
A warm cozy bed, and food of my own.

The Roman Amphitheatre in Pula stands as the main symbol of the town being the sixth largest amphitheatre in the world. 

This marvelous monument, originally built in the 1st AD was used for gladiator contests, the fights among humans as well as humans and animals. According to the tradition roman emperor Titus Vespasian dedicated this buidling to his mistress, Antonia Cenida, the former slave from Colonia Iulia Pola ( R. name for present-day Pula ).    

This is where messengers from eternal Rome would come and where nobles participated in governing the city.Unlike the Forum in Rome which was used merely as pasture after the fall of the Empire, the Roman Forum in Pula continued to serve its purpose of the

main square.

The Temple of Augustus built in the very begining of new era represents a fine example of the early imperial temple architecture. The temple survived until today due to some lucky circumstances. The original inscription on its frontal frieze reads : To Goddess Roma and Emperor Augustus, Son of Divine Caesar, Father of the Homeland.  

One of the two concentrical main Roman streets encompassing the Central hill ; one street on the slopes and another one at the foot of the hill.

Pula spreads at the end of a deep, natural bay. This bay served as a natural defense system for the town during its turbulent history and still protects Pula from unpleasant northern winds.    

Along the bay of Pula, seven hills are situated and among them the most important is the so called Central City Hill. This  is a view of the local shipyard called Uljanik which was established during the 105-year long Austro - Hungarian rule.

One of several marinas in Pula.

In the year of 1856 Pula became the major naval harbour of the mighty Austro-Hungarian monarchy. From an insignificant spot on the tip of Istrian peninsula, Pula became a truly cosmopolitan city also connected by railway with major central European cities such as Vienna and Budapest.    

Thank you for walking with me through Pula.

Elvis has just left the town.

...on how the sea and the sky miraculously blend together ...

... and on the forms left behind, under the influence of time..

....on an irresistable power of the material elements...

...omnipresence of the skylight...

...and occassional tiny bays where rest is to be found while on the eternal journey ....  

" YEAH, YEAH,........BLA, BLA, BLA....CAN YOU NOW CONTEMPLATE ON PLAYING WITH ME? "