On vertical structures, the emergence of
Winter drifts into dream, and from its slumber-slackened grasp slips Spring. It falls, warm and bright, thawing sky and city, and the towers of Kaunas emerge from their gray prison to be kissed by the sun once again. Features unfrozen, their long shadows slide down every street, their presence unmistakable on every observable horizon. But it is not merely their height that commands attention; it is their mien. They stand as neither gods nor guards, but as concrete epitomes of stoic grace.
A building on K. Donelaičio gatvė.
Kaunas Evangelical Reformed Church as viewed from Savanorių prospektas.
On questions posed by doors, windows, and gates
A door is closed, but I am not denied. A gate is open, but I am not encouraged. A window is broken, yet no one and no thing crawls through. Doors, windows, and gates are not merely functional apertures that allow passage; they are peculiar tools of communication, symbols whose meanings are often uncertain until we seek to open them. Are we to be permitted or punished? The question is in the unspoken invitation–the answer can only be discovered in the attempt.
A rainbow-colored building on V. Putvinskio gatvė.
Baltic States 
Beautiful stuff. Keep it coming.
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Thanks for reading, Bob!
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Work wise is nice , is it possible to include few lines about it.
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Thanks, Karthik! What would you like me to elaborate on?
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“slumber-slackened grasp,” “spring,” … not here. It’s more like the icy grip of polar air. These are fantastic pictures, and I hope to read more of your writing. My favorite pictures are the cat and the rainbow building. The cat looks well-fed, for a stray. Or, perhaps not a stray?
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Thanks for reading, Alexandra! I hope it warms up for you soon. I know it’s been a cold hell for you. My girlfriend lives in Chicago, and she’s told me how cold it’s been in the area.
I really enjoy taking and posting the pictures, but I think the next couple of posts will contain more writing. In fact, the next post or two might be nothing but writing. They’ll be a little more personal, inward rather than outward observations.
Oh, and the cat is definitely not a stray. She’s got a collar. She hangs out on my block, and she knew just what to do when I pulled the treats out of my pocket. I guess I’m not helping her well-fed figure, but I can’t help it–I go ga-ga for cats!
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As the owner of a fat cat, I can relate and applaud. I am actually sending a postcard to a cat lover in Lithuania (Vilnus) tonight. Go figure. Some of the sights you’ve shown are on some postcards I have received from there. I have subscribed, so I am sure I’ll see what else you will post. Oh, and cats always pick their people, they’re funny like that.
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