There is a house in New Orleans, They call the Risin' Sun. Its been the ruin of many a poor girl, and oh god I'm one.

This post doesn't have much of a story behind it. Its all about the two amazing pictures a guy behind me on the plane took on the way from JFK to Vienna. Its the sun rising over the foot hills of the alps with the city lights of an unknown city in the foreground. I think it was while we were flying over Germany but I can't be sure. I asked the guy to send me the pictures a while ago, then when he did I asked for permission to use them on my blog. He never got back to me and I got impatient. But credit where credit is due: His name was Gregor and was very nice guy. If for some reason he cares I'll take down the pictures.

Also, the title was from Dylan's "House of the Rising Sun" which I tried to load onto the blog but can't figure quite figure out.

as they would say here, Tschüss (see ya)