ABC Wednesday "P" is for "Pig"

Recently I've been in a "look up and admire facades" phase, and have taken scores of photos of statues, decorative heads, and stonework in various states of disrepair. Sometimes a building's artwork is in good shape, as the little naked girls here who are fearfully looking down from their fifth floor ledges. But there's a pig up there, too. An unusal addition, to say the least, and I've asked around, but have no explanation for its presence on this apartment building. On the ground floor there's a pharmacy that's been there for ages, but who knows---perhaps long ago the building belonged to a prosperous pork butcher...except that the pig's floor looks like a relatively recent addition to this older building.

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MOOSH-moo-lay!

Bet most of you don’t know what these are, and I didn’t either before I came here. They’re medlars, locally called mušmule (MOOSH-moo-lay) and they grow on shrubs or small trees. They’re very hard and acidic and become edible after being softened by frost or in storage. Then the inside is reminiscent of apple sauce. They can then be eaten raw, or used to make jelly, wine, and medlar “cheese," similar to lemon curd. The medlar is native to Persia and was also grown by the ancient Greeks and Romans. Medlars were very popular during the Victorian era. Since it’s a fruit that is ‘rotten’ when it is ripe, the medlar was used figuratively in literature as a symbol of prostitution or premature destitution. One of Geoffrey Chaucer's characters laments his old age, comparing himself to the medlar. I never cared for them, but I tasted some of the ones I bought for this photo, and they're not bad after all.

Mutt Show!

Yesterday an International Dog Show was held at Belgrade's Fairgrounds. Classy pooches from all over Serbia and the surrounding area came to strutt their stuff and show off for the judges. But that's not the part of the show I went to see. Held at the same time in the same large arena was ORCA's (Organization for the Respect and Care of Animals) Mixed Breed Show, which has proven to be very popular over the years and gets better and better each time. There were categories for the shaggiest, the most dispobedient, the loudest barker, the most beautiful tail, the sweetest, and so on. I was asked to hand out the awards. Fortunately a panel of judges chose the winners; I'd have been hard-pressed to choose. Why me, you ask? Because I have written three children's books here (two editions of each; one English, one Serbian,) and two of them have to do with stray dogs. ORCA uses one of them in its education campaign in schools. But enough of tooting my horn. This is Tamara and her friend Andy. Tamara and Andy represent the Green Battle for Environment and Animal Rights. I have a weakness for dogs with a visible underbite.... Bibi thought he was cute, too. (Don't you just love the positioning of Andy's leaf?)

Hard times for many all the time.

With the world's financial crisis the way it is, many people are justifiably worried about their savings. But there many others who, for whatever reason, have never known what it is to save or even be able to save or live a comfortable life. I've seen these homeless fellows downtown for a long time. They're always in this same place, and for them it is their home. In the dead of winter they disappear, most likely to one of Belgrade's shelters, but always return.

THEME DAY--BOOKS: One of my favorite books

One of my best-loved books is Walden, by Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), American author and philosopher. Walden is a reflection upon simple living in natural surroundings, and simplicity and self-reliance were Thoreau's goals. He made clear in this book that his cabin was not in the wilderness, but at the edge of town, not far from his family home. Mama Thoreau undoubtedly often brought him goodies, but that’s what mothers are for, after all! Thoreau did not intend to live as a hermit, but rather to live at a distance from society in order to raise his awareness of how one's life is lived, materially and otherwise, and how one might choose to live it more deliberately, mindful of the present moment. He put into practice the Transcendentalist belief that one can best transcend normality and experience the Divine through nature. Some say he was the precursor of American Buddhism, since he was perhaps the first American to explore the nontheistic mode of contemplation which is the distinguishing mark of Buddhism. One of my favorite quotes of his is: “Our life is frittered away by detail—simplify, simplify!”

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Happy Halloween!!!

BOO!! Happy Halloween! This is me (actually, Bibi is my dog...) in a photo taken by my son on his cell phone, which has funny photo options. I think Bibi looks very Sixties/Seventies with her afro, don't you?

Young love, old love, same love.

These photos were taken just within a few meters and a few moments from each other. I thought they were so touching--the young couple standing up, facing in the same direction, perhaps thinking of their future, and the older couple seated, each absorbed in his/her own thoughts, and perhaps reflecting on the past.

ABC Wednesday "O" is for "Oh, wow, was I lucky!"

This hummingbird moth zooming in for a taste of a black-eyed Susan looks more like a country shot than one taken a busy street in Belgrade. I saw this little bugger (pun intended) hovering around the flowers and took about 10 shots. Only this one turned out just right, with the moth centering itself unintentionally (or maybe it felt sorry for me) on the oval of a satellite dish. And I didn't crop this one either!

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All wrapped up and nowhere to go

Don't these look like something you'd see on a Paris catwalk? They're only mannequins with material wrapped around them to look like skirts and tops, but I think they're really imaginative. I came across them in a dingy underground passage that connects two sides of one of Belgrade's main streets. Whoever created them should consider a career in fashion and literally move up, I think.

Students' Square

This post is dedicated to Branka from Canada, who wrote that she often met with her friends in this park during her student days in Belgrade. This square is the city's oldest, dating from 1824 when the first attempt to regulate the city streets was made. Earlier on, it was the “grand market” inside a fortress on the main road to Istanbul. Now it's still on a heavily traveled street, although not one that leads to Istanbul, and the square is the last stop for all buses serving downtown Belgrade. The park is now more of a gathering place for dog walkers than students, though the Faculty of Math and Natural Sciences and the Philological and Philosophical Faculties are nearby. If you're wondering about the hammer and sickle, this is just some graffiti spray-painted by someone longing for days gone by!

A break from bricks

Walking in Kalemegdan Park a week or so ago, I came across a group of masons repairing one of the fortress's huge brick walls. I lingered, hoping to sneak a shot, when the fellow on the left saw me. He waved and said, "Take my photo!" and then called his buddy over, too. Once again I promised them a photo, which I've since taken to them, and they were happy! Check out more bricks and the meaning of the fortress's name here .