Ice cream for breakfast? Yes, please...

Quietly watching the world grow dark with a bottle of wine.

Holding office hours on The Hill of Roses in Novi Sad, Serbia

We've learned a lot about our temporary neighbors...

Constellations of thought abstractions. You might call it a poem.

Stalked by Macho Man and his peacock strut. "Are we just a bunch of featherless birds?"and"Do peacocks really strut because they can't fly?

Litter respawning at Kalemegdan Fortress, and my imaginative clean-up quest.

She has a "funny sense of fun."

Riding a giant turtle down the Danube, tall women, backgammon and jazz in Belgrade, Serbia.

Beyond here, there be monsters...

Running through the rain

Misadventures while running in the rain and being chased by a pack of snarling dogs

Meet Bubi

Blood sacrifice in Belgrade: A rite of passage.

Running into the golden hour of a Serbian sunrise.