Autumn Walk.

‘Twas City Day around here. Cousin had work, but got out early. We decided to meet at McDonald’s, of all places.

Ye do not judge. It’s one of the most convenient spots to meet. No one says you have to eat whilst there.


Hi, cousin.

Personally, I love their ice-cream. (And cheeseburgers.) Plus it’s the only place around here where one can get soft-serve ice-cream.


Wistfully looking into the distance, or ignoring me? You decide.


As it was City Day, the streets were crowded. We expected it, but we didn’t expect this mad amount of people. The weather was nice (it usually rains), so I suppose everyone (and I mean everyone) took advantage of the day off.

After our sojourn in McDo, we elbowed our way through the crowd, and walked up Pushkin street for about a block, then turned right…


… and the crowds were gone.



This is a picture heavy post (40 in all), so I’m placing the rest under the cut.

Don’t you just love me?


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Little Park Near Kentford, Kishinev.

Otherwise known as, the Spider Lair of Doom.

In the early days of summer I accompanied my brother to car service. He bribed me with the promise of taking pictures. “I’ll deal with oil and brake pads, while you will go and shoot things. You love that, I know you do.”

Yes, yes, I do. So I agreed.

Little did the bastard know that the entire little patch of greenery was infested with spiders.

I shit you not. Look.

That white stuff? Spider webs. Every bush, from every side, from top to bottom. Covered in thick spider web.

Perhaps the bastard did know. Perhaps he tricked me.

Now, I’m adventurous, but spiders – especially in potential hoards – terrify me. I bent over one of the bushes carefully to get at least a vague idea of the size of these suckers. And they were… quite impressive. Not as huge as the mothers we get in the lands of villa, but still rather intimidating.

So I felt insecure. Like I was being watched by millions and millions of tiny spider eyes. Waiting to make my acquaintance.

Anyway, I just wrote these 180+ words as an apology for the shitty composition in these photos. I really felt rather anxious to return to the car shop. I kind of want to go back to this place in the dead of winter, when spiders will be under the snow. Dead. Or sleeping deeply, and breathing, just quietly waiting for me to approach their kingdom again.

Maybe it was their original plan.

Instigated by my brother.

OK, let me just get this post over and done with.


Kishinev is charming, but not in that part of city, not really.

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These Are the Last Days of August, and I’m Sharing Easter Photographs

That’s just how I roll.

But yeah, sometime around Orthodox Easter, I dragged my brother’s sorry arse out to the Central Park to snap a few shots of the decorations. I’m not exactly good at night photography, but hey, most of the stuff was static, so these shots are half-decent. They are a little bit stale, time-wise (eggs & candles & angels & all), but I hope you’ll still like ’em.


But before we switch to eggs and bunnies, I’d like you to take a look at Posta Moldovei. Which is, Moldova’s Post Office. I’ve always loved this building. So nice. I visit it often, as I kinda like Postcrossing, when I have the 50 cents to spare for a stamp.

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