Welcome to where I am, where my kitchen's always messy, a pot's (or a poet) always about to boil over, a dog is always begging to be fed. Drafts of poems on the counter. Windows filled with leaves. Wind. Clouds moving over the mountains. If you like poetry, books, and music--especially dog howls when a siren unwinds down the hill-- you'll like it here.


MY NEW AUTHOR'S SITE, KATHRYNSTRIPLINGBYER.COM, THAT I MYSELF SET UP THROUGH WEEBLY.COM, IS NOW UP. I HAD FUN CREATING THIS SITE AND WOULD RECOMMEND WEEBLY.COM TO ANYONE INTERESTED IN SETTING UP A WEBSITE. I INVITE YOU TO VISIT MY NEW SITE TO KEEP UP WITH EVENTS RELATED TO MY NEW BOOK.


MY NC POET LAUREATE BLOG, MY LAUREATE'S LASSO, WILL REMAIN UP AS AN ARCHIVE OF NC POETS, GRADES K-INFINITY! I INVITE YOU TO VISIT WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED TO READ SOME GOOD POEMS.

VISIT MY NEW BLOG, MOUNTAIN WOMAN, WHERE YOU WILL FIND UPDATES ON WHAT'S HAPPENING IN MY KITCHEN, IN THE ENVIRONMENT, IN MY IMAGINATION, IN MY GARDEN, AND AMONG MY MOUNTAIN WOMEN FRIENDS.




Sunday, November 23, 2008

Last Evening in Budapest

As the sun began to set, we headed back to our hotel, crossing the Elisabeth Bridge yet again, glad that our hotel had been on the Buda side, giving us so many opportunities to see the Danube in all its variations of light and color as we crossed the bridge day after day.





I stood on our 5th floor balcony a while, watching the light fade.



I watched the sunset relected in a window across from our balcony.



And this view of Buda side of the city we were about to leave! It remains one of my favorite images.



How do apartment residents manage to have such lush displays of flowers on their balconies?



And, as night fell, we toasted our stay in Hungary with the country's famous drink, Tokaji, a dessert wine I heartily recommend.

1 comment:

Glenda C. Beall said...

Kathryn, this has been such a wonderful travelogue about your trip and the photos are beautiful. I almost feel as though I've been on the trip with you.