Bukowski's Bar

Some of the valleys in the foothills of the Tatras hold jewels of nature. Espescially when there are no russian whores around and they are ubiquitous!! Jesus Jesus!!!

My best friend. Slovakia; let's go!!!!

This town is right next to the biggest Dam before Prague on the Vltava called Slapy ( pronounced Sloppy.) The locals have endured all sorts of criticism for whoever it was that got drunk and forgot to regulate the last high waters that flooded Prague...

They say there are two great moments in a man's life: when he buys his first boat; and then when he sells it!

Got a picture of a good friend in his late night party garb. I tried to lop off his neck but it didn't go. The mail on Sunday every time!

Look at that! A weed!

Couldn't really figure this one out; how they got the power lines to just finish there at this spot. Maybe there was some sort of underground grow operation!!

These stairs are interesting for me because one time I chased a girl up them and another time I escaped from a girl down them.

When I first got to Czechoslovakia in 1979 I was always amazed at how they set up their shop fronts. There must have been some school of how to set them up because it was ubiquitous. These days the majority of these shops have gone under but a few have managed to survive...

I am a bar owner and therefore wake up later in the day. I find the later day sun to be great for photography. Not only the low light but also the angle of the sun brings out surfaces and textures that you don't normally see...

Sometimes the culture gap is really unfathomable. The other night I clotheslined some Italian prick in my friends bar because he was making trouble; threatening the whole bar by lifting up bar stools and bar chairs etc. I got pissed off and sorted him out...

Josip Plecnik is one of my favorite Architects of all time. He doesn't really fall into any category I suppose other than post modern. He is his own school. One time I went down to Slovenia with Little Glenn on a drinking road trip. We ended up one night in Ljubljana, the capital city...

This is Route 66, Czech Style. In fact the road trip is as popular here as at home but comes in many different forms. Almost everyone has a little cabin in the country that they head to on the weekends and of course there are the train excursions into the forested areas...

Once a punk, always a punk! I took this pic the other night but it is the same photo I would've taken about 20 years ago somewhere in Hull Quebec