Here is a poem with more than one pic from my city of origin where ugly things are happening. But it looks really lovely.
Studio City After 30 years my favourite program on national TV Slovenia, a rare one that still gives a damn and is still worth a damn, is losing funds, collaborators, hope of continuing much longer due to restrictive government politics, shutting up of media in full effect, kill-off of culture, swan song of truth-sayers as threatened long ago. And only now I realise that in my language the name of the show, Studio City, sounds like Studio Si Ti. Studio Are You.
The city in question is Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia, my city of birth. Here it is in my favourite images taken from mid July to mid August last year, the last time I was there. The photos start in the centre and narrow down to Bežigrad where I grew up and spent most of last summer.
Special alert to the first photo. Dallas Mavericks paid a (poorly proofread) ad for Luka Dončić in his own city. But why? Here we all know he is god. And in three hours they play again.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #300: City
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