embers

 droppings from the rabbit hole... 9

orth an der donau

embers is also the title of a wonderful novel by sandor marai, somewhere in it he describes vienna as a bell which tolls in the heart of those who've known the city, a sound which accompanies you however distant you might find yourself... sometimes i think that there's some truth in that... 

early morning, or late night, zoli's garden... earlier sparklers and fireworks for a birthday, now the village quiet except for the spit of wood and the sounds of voices beyond the glow of the firepit; a gathering of those who have defined this place over the years, friendships to topple the tyrannies of time or distance...