Curious Betty

Azi mi-am amintit de Betty. Nu stiu din ce motiv, sincer... Rasfoind prin pozele din acea zi am mai gasit inca una cu ea si doi domni care i-au starnit curiozitatea.

Today I remembered Betty. I do not know why, honestly... Browsing through photos of that day, I found another one of her and two gentlemen who aroused her curiosity.

This is for Wednesday June 22nd.

In racoarea umeda a diminetii

Luni dimineata. Oribil. As da aproape orice ca sa fiu inca la plaja in Mures. Sa simt razele soarelui si sa ma racoresc in piscina. Dar weekendul acesta, desi relaxant si obositor in acelasi timp, mi-a cam stricat planurile. Nu am reusit sa fac nimic, mai ales fotografii. Asa ca postez acum trei mai vechi, pentru zilele de vineri, sambata si duminica. Fluturii si splendidele lor aripioare.

In the cool wet morning

Monday morning. Horrible. I would give almost anything to still be in Mures, laying in the sun, feeling it's rays and cooling of in the pool. But this weekend, even though it was relaxing and tiring at the same time, kind of spoiled my plans. I didn't have time for anything, especially photography. So today I will post three photos, older ones, for Friday, Saturday and Sunday. The butterflies and their splendid wings.

Betty

 

O cheama Betty. E un bulldog francez. Linistita, curioasa, prietenoasa, si ii place sa o mangai intre urechi. S-a ferit de soare intinzandu-se in umbra mea cat timp am povestit putin cu stapanul ei. In octombrie va avea pentru prima data pui. 

Her name is Betty. She's a french bulldog. Quiet, curious, friendly, and she likes to be scratched between her ears. She sheltered herself from the sun by laying down in my shadow while I talked for a while with her owner. InOctober, she is going to have puppies for the first time.

Denmark

 

From Denmark, December 2009.

Deafening sound of nothingness

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. - Aldous Huxley.

 

Running over the same old ground