Last photos of September

Last month ended with the following four photos. I was thinking no drama for a change, alas, the final one says it all. Let’s start innocently, with the last photo from our daytrip with my uncle before he returned to Slovenia. Our day ended with a non-filtered Ichnusa, my uncle’s favourite beer, and a freshly

July 2021

Before July runs away from us, here is how this month went by last year in twenty images. I’m not pleased with my levels of creativity here in Slovenia at all. I’ve needed three weeks to come up with this post, July for my Calendar 2021. Mostly it’s because my body is using all the

Wordless Wednesday with balloons

This day in my blogging history

A lion, a dog and a puddle

A little photo memory from this summer in Slovenia. There is always a puddle in front of my parents’ house in Ljubljana. In two weeks in August, between photos #2 and #3, it only got bigger. Bestia approves. (Blogging memories of today are actually yesterday’s, and vice versa. I mixed up the drafts. No worries,

Thursday Doors 9/12/21: Holiday doors

Today a mix of happy doors with a cheer, a tree, a light, a bird or a bestia. I’m really glad that I forgot to post these two special door gifts from Oregon last week since they fit perfectly in today’s post. Every day when I’m gifted a door is a holiday. Crystal sends the

Lens-Artists PC: Seven times bliss

For today’s post, which answers to two challenges with similar themes, I gather seven times when I felt blissful. I wouldn’t mind revelling in repetition of such times, but most of them were unique. I have a good friend who has just come out of the hospital after almost three weeks of Covid-19 pneumonia and

Lens-Artists PC: Can’t find a better day

As far as days go, last Tuesday was a good one, if not for the castle of the ghost town Celleno, then for us. You saw it, or better its doors, on Thursday already: Celleno, il borgo fantasma, the ghost town in Lazio between Orvieto and Viterbo. Today we look beyond the doors to see

Lens-Artists PC: Postcards

This – postcards – is what my photos most look like and I’m neither ashamed nor embarrassed by it. A while ago I looked through all the episodes of a certain photography challenge with young candidates dropping out one per episode, with colourful jury presided by Mr. Benetton himself, Oliviero Toscani (I see now that