MM 3-18: Monochrome mountain madness

After a two-week break I’m glad to be back in Leanne’s Monochrome Madness collection. My stubborn way of choosing images according to my heart, not quality, might make some pros’ ears wiggle, but I really wished to see the skiing mountain from my youth a little bit better.

Strolling the dog I encountered the familiar sights: the bar in the street where I lived all my life until moving to Italy, where everything has changed except the name, the same old trees, the not so same old church and that yellow facade, only the clouds are always new. And then, in the distance from the entrance of my parents’ house, I saw my skiing grounds, bare now but awaiting the new season. After a lifetime of skiing I haven’t done it for at least five years. Small price to pay for Tuscany.

There is one Komiža on Croatian island of Vis, but despite the name and fishing, this is not it.

These trees have always stood just like that.

This church hasn’t. On Sundays it tends to go into a frenzy.

Grey socialism replaced.

Clouds above our street.

Krvavec, Ljubljana’s skiing centre, with the antenna.

Visibility was not really there.

That’s why I made it the colour of our first television set.

Photo: a © signature mmm production

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