Love, Lies, and Legacy: Égenjáró Nemzetközi Sárkányfesztivál

It was a rare moment, a perfect alignment that almost never happens. Three wind apps; the illustrious Országos Meteorológiai Szolgálat, Hungarian meteo service; EMFCW and EUMETSAT, and even the Slovenian ARSO, plus all good and bad weather sites across the internets were all saying the exact same thing: Wind is from the south-southeast, 13 km/h. … Read more

Trnovo, Place Forsaken and Redeemed

This is the the second article in the series of kite aerial stories about the forštats (Vorstadts, faubourgs) of Ljubljana; now integral parts of the city that were built just outside of city walls. Ljubljana has seven of them: Saint Peter’s, Poljane, Carlstadt, Trnovo, Krakovo, Gradišče, and Capuchins’ forštat. The first one was about Saint … Read more

Saint Peter’s Vorstadt – and Dragons on the Bridge

(This is the first of kite aerial stories about the forštats (Vorstadts, faubourgs) of Ljubljana; now integral parts of the city that were built just outside of city walls. Ljubljana has seven forštats: Saint Peter’s, Poljane, Carlstadt, Trnovo, Krakovo, Gradišče, and Capuchins’ forštat. This one is about Saint Peter’s.) This kite aerial photography session started … Read more

Chasing the Rainbow, Chased by Storms

This KAP session started rather innocuously … It was a somewhat sunny day at Ljubljana Marshes; the wind was nice, the bugs and mosquitos were active, the swallows were chasing them around the sky, the crops were blissfully ripening. A typical middle-augustian Saturday afternoon. We were at a place we rarely visit – because we … Read more

Floating Castle Vibes

A great Calvin and Hobbes strip (almost all of them are great, but this one is really exceptional) shows the main characters chilling on a meadow under an intense blue summer sky, with Hobbes commenting that the sky looks really pretty, when Calvin suddenly declares that it “is too blue” and that it “needs some … Read more

Seven Rokakkus in the Sky (To Say Nothing About the Delta)

It’s been a long time … the summer is never a good kite flying season, with the oppressive heat, with the air either standing still or whirling like a dervish, with storms springing up from nowhere in a matter of minutes. So when a semi-acceptable opportunity presented itself, we ran to our usual place in … Read more

Let It Fly, Bright Eyes

There were two kites lying on the grass. Abandoned, almost done; the edges were reinforced correctly, the spars were taped down in place, the cover art just a couple of strokes from perfection – but the tails were missing, the bridle was not set yet, and they were both a bit crumpled. Say they were … Read more

Verano Azul: Festival del Viento, Castelló

“¡A lo mejor!”– Javi We were a couple of pints deep in Guadalquivir – well, in a discussion about Guadalquivir, having re-ignited the ancient debate of riverine salinity. It was late (or early); we were kinda loud while Javier was, as a proud sevillano, trying to keep a low profile, since we were closer to … Read more