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The City Tour of Budapest: Mattias Church

 

The entire area around the Danube River near the Chain Bridge, which was also near our hotel, has been declared a World Heritage site. This made it very convenient.  The first half day, our entire group went on bus excursion of the area. We got off a few times to explore led by our fearless leaders. Our leader led a long line of tourist through the streets to the famous and spectacularly beautiful Mattias Church.

Although I enjoyed the walk immensely, I did have one complaint. It is the same complaint I have about every European city. That complaints centres around the unfortunate fact that each magnificent structure is located in the middle of a city. Other buildings encroach on territory which ideally would allow tourists, and others, to get a good look at the buildings.  It is very difficult to do that with most of the fantastic sites, even World Heritage Sites.  Every city permits commercial interests to encroach on this space that I would call sacred space. Sacred space for the appreciation of great art. That is what great architecture deserves but never gets. None of us gets to properly appreciate the art. Great art really deserves great space to be seen properly.

Using space like this would not be wasted space as some assert. It is necessary space that should be respected, and not encroached upon.  Secondly, hordes of tourists should not be allowed to mar this sacred space either. Instead, in every city, and Budapest was no exception, as was every city we visited, the great buildings were pinched in by other structures and hordes of disrespectful tourists, like us. Great art should be allowed to breathe and show us its glories. Usually, that is not allowed. The art is pinched in by pinched minds.

All of this is particularly annoying to someone like me who wants to photograph them. It is extremely difficult, and often, impossible. The AI “remove” feature on  photographic programs like Lightroom helps a lot. I did find out later when I had a chance to look at my photographs that at least this feature  helped to eliminate parts of other buildings in some cases, and people too. But space would be much better. On the above photograph I left some people in the photo to give a sense of scale. I wish cities could find a way to expand the sacred space instead.

 

 

 

The highlight of our short city tour was passing by Mattias Church and driving up the hillside to the Castle district on the Buda side of Budapest.  My photographing of the city was greatly hindered by the hordes of tourists. Wherever there are beautiful places, there are also tourists. How can I complain? After all, what was I doing here? The same thing they were doing here. I just wished they would leave me alone in the city to explore it without them. No such luck. That day will never come, so I must compromise or go home.

 

On the Buda side of the Danube River we saw the Mattias Church also known as the church of Our Lady or Nagyboldogasszony Templom. It is located in the Buda Castle District near to the Fisherman’s Bastion. It is a rare Catholic church that is not named after a saint. It was originally built in 1255 and named after King Matthias Corvinus who reigned from 1458-90 and was married here twice. The church underwent many renovations, additions and changes over the years with the changing trends in architecture.

In 1541, in the style of Europe and the Middle East, the church was turned into a mosque when the Turks occupied the city. Much of the original treasure and many of the frescoes were destroyed or removed. When the Turks were expelled in 1686 restoration began but only really took off in 1874 under the direction of Frigyes Schulek who redesigned the church in the Neo-Gothic style and restored much of the church’s former glory, as a Christian church. At least this was an improvement to the Christians. The Muslims probably disagreed.

Ludicrously Beautiful

Ludicrously Beautiful

Finally, we arrived by boat in Budapest, the capital city of Hungary and the last city on our tour of the Balkans.  Many don’t actually consider Hungary to be part of the Balkans. To me it fits in. It feels like the Balkans. And, like the Balkans, it was dominated by Russia, Habsburgs, and Turks at various times.

Budapest is the capital city of Hungary and its most populous city with a population of about 1.8 million people. That makes it smaller than Toronto. It is located in the centre of the country and is its heart and soul. Budapest is also one of the most beautiful cities in the world. I am not sure I have ever seen a more beautiful city.

 

That inveterate traveler and lover of food, Anthony Bourdain, said, “of course, Budapest is beautiful. But it is in fact almost ludicrously beautiful.” I thought that was a pretty good description.

On the first morning after we arrived in the city and enjoyed a lovely breakfast, we took a tour of the city offered by our touring company. Frankly, it was a bit of a whirlwind tour. We saw a lot and remembered only a little.

This was our second time in Budapest. The first was on our Grand Sabbatical Tour in 2004. That year I was the first of the law partners in our firm to take advantage of our new “compulsory” sabbatical program. Our senior partner, was supposed to go, but refused. He was not ready. I happily stepped in as his replacement. I was more than ready. I was eager.  That year we took 3 months to travel around the world. 1 month in eastern Canada, 1 month in Europe—1 week on a quick tour of Europe and 3 weeks in Florence. The sabbatical lasted 3 months and changed my life forever.

I still remember how shocked we were in 2004 at how beautiful Budapest was. We had been told how beautiful Prague was. That was true. But no one mentioned Budapest to us. But we thought Budapest the most beautiful city we saw.

Today, we realized we were right the first time. It really was beautiful, particularly along the Danube from which I never travelled very far. In Budapest, everything comes together in the Danube River. That is why some call it the Queen of the Danube. Others call it the Pearl of the Danube.  But you get the idea.

Bourdain may have been exaggerating, but I certainly think it is one of the most beautiful cities in the world.

 

Bedazzled

 

I have photographed crocuses many times in the past. I have hundreds of crocus photographs.  I can’t seem to get enough of them. Every year in spring—it is almost the first sign of spring for me—around Easter time I get the urge to go again.  I must be obsessive compulsive.

Why do I do that? Well, I always think I can get a better shot. It is always possible to get better images. I see other images and I want to contribute too. There are always other conditions in which I could photograph crocuses.

For example, this year when I went out the flowers were covered with gorgeous huge water droplets!  I had never seen that before to that extent. I was bedazzled. As a result, they were unlike any I had seen before.

Moreover, this year I had a newer better camera when mine died last year. Perhaps this would help me to get better images? I thought so.

 

Of course, it is always important not to be overwhelmed by the technology. Never let the technicalities get in the way of the photograph. Ultimately, the technology is not important. The photographer is important. The subject is more important.

 

 

The brilliant English poet, William Blake got it right:

 

“To see a world in a grain of sand,

         And heaven in a wild flower,

         Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,

         And eternity in an hour.”

That sums it up. There is a heaven in a wild flower. Every flower is a piece of heaven.

I find heaven down here on earth. I find it in flowers. And birds. And trees. And skies. Heaven is everywhere. I find heaven in forest, on the plains, and even in mosquito infested bogs. If you don’t see it you are not looking. Or you are taking bad advice.

St. Mary River, Nova Scotia

 

This is a panorama shot of the St. Mary river consisting of about 8 images merged into one.

The St. Mary’s River in Nova Scotia was a delight I discovered about 10 to 15 years ago.  I was surprised by the beauty. So today I was not surprised.  I was confirmed in my high expectations. This is an area of simple, yet great, beauty. After all, it’s a river in a forest. What can be special about that?

The St. Mary’s River runs for about 250 km. (160 mi.) and drains an area of approximately 1,350 sq. km. it has 4 branches with 130 lakes. The river was named Rivère Isle Verte by one Canada’s premier explorers, Samuel de Champlain.  A fort in the area was also called Fort Sainte Marie when the French built it in the 17th century, but it was later taken over the English who changed the name of the fort and the river to English versions of the old French names. Sort of like Donald Trump who wants to change the name of the Gulf of Mexico to Gulf of America.  Little minds do things like that.

The river is one of the many east coast rivers that contain the extremely interesting northern Atlantic Salmon (Salmo salar) species.  This is the 3rd largest of the members of Salmonidae family behind the Pacific Chinook and Siberian taimen salmons. Sadly, it is now an endangered species. Most populations of salmon of are anadromous, meaning that they return up river to spawn where the offspring  hatch in natal streams and rivers but move out to the oceans when they grow older and mature. The adults then move seasonally upstream again to spawn.

But interestingly some populations only migrate to lakes and become “landlocked” and spend all of their lives in freshwater. So iot is not true that they must return to salt water. Some of them just choose to do so.  When the mature fish return to rivers and streams they change colour and appearance.

Unlike the Pacific salmon species, the Atlantic salmon can survive spawning and return to the sea to repeat the process again in another year. About 5-10% of them do exactly that, returning to the sea to spawn again. Such individuals grow to extremely large size.

The life stages of Atlantic salmon are the following: alevin, fry, parr and smolt. The first stage is the alevin stage when the fish stay in their breeding grounds and use the nutrients from their yolk sac. During this stage their gills develop and they become hunters. The next stage is called fry, where the grow and then leave their breeding ground looking for foodk so they move where more food is available. During this stage in freshwater they develop into parr where they start preparing for their trek to salt water.

 

 

Young salmon spend from 1 to 4 years in their natal rivers and when they are large enough they smoltify, which means their skins change colours from colours adapted to streams to colours adapted to the oceans. They also are subjected to endocrinological changes to adapt to the differences in fresh water to ocean water. When smoltification is finished, the young fish (parr) learn to swim with the current instead of against it. That behavioral change  allows the fish to follow ocean currents and find prey such as plankton or fry from other species of fish such as herring. Apparently during their time at sea they can sense changes in the Earth’s magnetic fields. Nature never ceases to astound

After a year of strong growth, they will move to those sea surface currents that lead the fish back to their natal rivers. It is believed by some scientists that they use their sense of smell to detect the “right” rivers as well. They don’t move thousands of kilometres as many have suggested, instead scientists have learned that they “surf” through sea currents. Only 5% of the salmon go up the “wrong” river. As a result, it is more likely that they stay close to the rivers where they were born when they are out to sea and swim in circular paths to do that.

Atlantic salmon have been severely affected by humans as a result of heavy recreational and commercial fishing as well as habitat destruction, all of which have affected their numbers. As a result serious efforts have been made to conserve including aquacultural methods, though those have also been criticized by environmentalists. 50% of farmed Atlantic salmon now come from Norway where the aquaculture has been most effective.

The natural breeding grounds of the Atlantic salmon are rivers in Europe and northeastern coast of North America in both the United States and Canada. In Europe they can be found as far south as Spain and as far north as Russia. Sport-fishing in Europe has been so popular that some of the species in Europe southern populations have been growing smaller. The distribution of Atlantic salmon is strongly influenced by changes in freshwater habitat and climate, particularly changes in water temperatures, which of course are affected by climate change.

When the salmon leave their natal streams they experience very fast growth during the 1 to 4 years that they live in the ocean. In the ocean they must face an ocean of predators including seals, Greenland sharks, skate, cod, halibut, and of course humans. Dolphins have been seen “playing” with salmon but it is not clear that they eat them.

Once the salmon are large enough to undergo the tough track back upstream to their natal streams, the stop eating entirely prior to spawning. It is believed by some scientists that odour allows them to sense when they are again in their natal streams.

 

You will not be surprised to learn that Atlantic salmon populations were significantly reduced in the United States and Canada after European settlement. Rivers were degraded by the activities of humans in the fur trade, timber harvesting, logging mills and the spread of modern agriculture. As a result, the carrying capacity of most North American rivers and streams was also degraded as the fish habitat declined. The historian D.W. Dunfield claimed in 1985 already that “over half of the historical Atlantic salmon runs had been lost in North America by 1850.” In Canada a bill was presented to the Canadian Parliament that called for the protection of salmon in Lake Ontario. In the Gulf region of Nova Scotia where we have been travelling 31 of 35 salmon streams and rivers were blocked off by lumber dams and as a result many watersheds lost all of their salmon.

Where humans come damage often follows.  Then when damage occurs humans learn to regret the error of their ways and sometimes make heroic efforts at great cost to change things back to the way they were. Could there be a better way?

Despite all of that such rivers are flanked by the incredible variety of trees of the eastern forest as shown by the incredible variety of the autumn colours.

 

East Shore Marine Drive

 

After leaving the South Shore of Nova Scotia we headed out past Halifax, which we avoided. We have been to Halifax many times and wanted to concentrate this time instead on the countryside.

 

I insisted on stopping to photograph some old buildings and old boats. Both were beside the East Shore Marine drive we travelled along. This is not the wealthiest part of Nova Scotia, but I sure like it.

The boats were in a boat graveyard. I don’t know what they did to deserve their fate, but I have a strange attraction to the old and dilapidated. I’m not sure I have this affliction. I just know I do. They did seem to be corpses along Marine Drive. The Japanese have a philosophy for weird old guys like me. They call it Wabi-Sabi. I like it.

Blue Rocks: A lot of Beauty in a tiny Village

 

 

 

Just a few miles from Lunenburg, Blue Rocks is a tiny little fishing village that has been occupied by artists for a number of years. It is usually calm and always gorgeous.  This day the view at the central fishing shack was less than stellar. The skies were dull and so was the light. But as, I always say, you gotta dance with the girl you brung. So, I did the best I could, which was not very good at all.

Christiane and I invariably visit Blue Rocks because it is one of the lovelier fishing villages of Nova Scotia.

This day however the light was dull.  But as I always say, you gotta dance with the girl you brung.

 

The area is named after the blue slate rocks that line the edge of the ocean. These Cambrian-Ordovician rocks (once sedimentary) have been compressed into metamorphic rocks by the movement of tectonic plates.

 

Blue Rocks has been called ‘Little Peggy’s Cove’ but without the crowds. Not a bad recommendation. To say it has charm is a sad understatement. It has a lot of charm. But, unlike Peggy’s Cove, there is no lighthouse.

 

It is also considered one of the best places to kayak, though we have never kayaked there. Perhaps it is so good for kayaking because  there are more than 50 islands in the area around Blue Rocks Harbour.  A great place for a great paddle.

Blue Rocks is a working fishing village, but artists are in the process of taking it over by stealth. It will require serious weaponry to get rid of them since it is such a lovely little hamlet.  They have doing that slowly and gradually for a long time. It has fishing shacks, fine homes, but no huge mansions that I can recall.

 

At the end of The Point Road is found the General Store, even smaller than the world famous Boissinot Brothers store of Middlebro Manitoba that used to be operated by the famous Boissinot Brothers. Ok not really that famous. Though once we met a person at Boissinot’s who had come all the way from Colorado to see it. The General Store of Blue Rocks is fine little general store housed in an old fish shack beautifully painted red. Not fire engine red, but a nice red nonetheless.

 

Blue Rocks is made of churches, wooden homes, small community buildings, fishing shacks, and weather-worn artist homes.

 

Every time we go to Nova Scotia we go to Blue Rocks. And we are never disappointed. We usually spend more time there than Halifax. I can hardly wait to go back.

 

 

Classic Lunenburg

 

This a classic view of Lunenburg Harbour.

Lunenburg, Nova Scotia, was designated a UNESCO World Heritage site in 1995 because it’s considered the best surviving example of a planned British colonial settlement in North America, retaining its original grid layout and architectural character.

Its distinctive waterfront with colourful buildings has appeared on many photographs and one of them was sued for a $100 bill. The Bluenose schooner, which Christiane and I sailed on during a Canadian Bar Convention in Halifax many years ago, has also grace the Canadian dimes.

 

Christiane and I have enjoyed a number of longer stays of a week or more in this town until the home we enjoyed staying in so often was sold to someone who wanted the home for herself and did not want to share with others.  On this photo you can see the home we stayed in a number of times. It is on the far right now painted red. When we stayed it was pale yellow. They like colour in Lunenburg. Just like me.

This photo is taken of trees on the golf course across the harbour from where I took photographs of the harbour.  Much to my surprise, the golf club welcomed photographers and provided a special place just for us. Imagine that–welcoming golfers.

Autumn Delight

 

Very few people understood the eastern forests better, or at least could explain them more coherently, than Henry David Thoreau. This is what he said:

“If a man walks in the woods for the love of them for half each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer; but if he spends his whole day as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is esteemed as an industrious and enterprising citizen.”

 

 

Hermann Hesse also got it right: “Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever learns to speak to them can learn the truth.  They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.”

 

I love reflections of the autumn leaves in lakes or streams. I can never get enough of them.

 

The autumn colours were clearly the best that we had seen yet on this trip. They were sensational. As we strolled along the Mersey River the colours reflected brilliantly in the water of the river.

The water in many places seemed brown. This was not from dirt or pollution. It is stained brown as it seeps through the surrounding bogs and gets coloured brown. The locals call it Mersey tea.

 

Tannins stain the water brown saponins are a kind of natural soap. When they fall over rapids they form stable foam.

The river contains a lot of slate which is a smooth gray metamorphic rock that forms natural dams over the river. Over time the slate has been polished smooth. The slate was formed about 500 million years ago when silt was deposited in fine layers on what was then the continental shelf of northern Africa!  Think about that. The slate moved with the continent from Africa to North America.

380 million years ago the continents of Africa and North America moved together closing the Atlantic Ocean in the process. This collision of continents baked and bent the layers of silt and shale into the metamorphic rock that we call shale.

 

Later the continents shifted again and the continents separated once more leaving some African slate as part of what we now call Nova Scotia.

Autumn in Nova Scotia is grand. Life in Nova Scotia is grand.