Early Risers see the Dawn

Good morning, last night I was rocked to sleep by the calls of passing junk collectors, making a last pass through the neighborhood. They move slowly, like glaciers, calling out for discards. But five comes early and soon I was back at it.

Unimpressed by my previous attempts at early morning photography I took the tripod with me and managed a clear photo of the predawn over Fulya Avenue.


When I was almost to school I ran into a very friendly cat who snuggled me in-between chasing birds off the sidewalk. Some of the street cats are very fine long-hairs who seem fairly well kept as if someone comes and brushes them. The relationship people keep with the cats here is not plain to see, for the most part people ignore them. But people also ignore the junk men for the most part, that is, until they are in need of an AC unit cheeper than wholesale.



Have a good Tuesday!