Come monday night.

Les feuilles mortes.

I always found fascinating the colouring process of the autumn leaves.
These are all from the same tree and picked the same day.

Note the tiles in my parents' house.
Amazing right?!
It is originals from -maybe- a hundred years ago ...

First Mushroom picking.

It was a gorgeous day, but we didn't get any luck. Just at the end we found some "pissacan", but they are not the best...

Nagymama.

Just stumbled upon that song of Lana del Rey, made me think of my grand-mother. She is the wisest person I know. An artist. Always listening, always saying the right thing. She is 85 and still works on a new book. She wrote lots of them, about weaving, natural dye, minerals... My cousin Dóra wrote an article about them here.

Little story: she never smoke in her whole life, but one cigarette and there is a photo of it.

Where you walk.

I've got something for pavements, for what you can find on the sidewalks.

Things, images, messages...

Vans at the Met.

Coney Island.
Chess table on Berry street.Williamsburg.Brooklyn.

Still Williamsburg.

Somewhere in SoHo.

Dr Martin Luther King Jr Boulevard.Harlem.