Ghost sea

The last excursion of this year, to the Nagy-Kopasz (“Great Bald”) Hill in the Buda Mountains. In the last week or so, most of Hungary was covered with fog and grey clouds, the sun would appear only occasionally. But if you reach above of the fog line, you enter another dimension, uncharted waters, undreamed shores. As if the ghost of the late Pannonian Sea was about to reconquer its former basin, the hilltops become islands and peninsulas, the lookout towers on their tops are lighthouses in the slowly rolling embrace of the sunlit ghost sea. The black pines, artificially populated on the bald south-west side of the dolomite hill, recall Chinese ink wash paintings as their groups emerge from the mist lingering among them. Silence and a feeling of being out of time.



Hossein Alizade: مه Meh (Mist). From the album ماه و مه Mâh o meh (Moon and mist, 2009).