Tame your dragon

Here is first a little tour of Ljubljana from a boat, to calm you down. And then something completely different. Ljubljana is often called the city of dragons. This boat ride we took on our first summer joint visit to my birth-town four years ago. It calms me down, those greens. Click on the first…

You kiss me into life

I don’t celebrate today in any special way like most of you: instead I just love all the people all the time. And yet the heart symbol will never grow old. And nobody does hearts quite like Niki de Saint Phalle. Her Tarot Garden, Il giardino dei tarocchi, in immediate vicinity tends to see much…

This is history

Today is Slovenian Cultural Holiday and on this occasion here is a little tribute to the greatest Slovenian poet. I was lucky enough to witness the greatest Slovenian poet Tomaž Šalamun read in Ljubljana’s club “KUD France Prešeren” a long time ago. The biggest stir, poorly concealed rapture and what can only be called poetic high…

Heartbeat of another

My relationship with books has always been rich and intense, and now the question arises how to take it to the next level. A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another. —Rebecca Solnit I was always reading extensively since early age. Books were my friends. My reading might have been interrupted when…

SMS from Bled

Today a combination of poetry and photography. Both are results of the same short but sweet day in Bled, Slovenia. The poem is the product of the man in the water, His second book of poetry is coming up. And the girl who fearlessly followed him in there despite the grey sky is his daughter, who once…

WPC: Details make the world go round

Those who are doing nothing but waiting for the big thing are missing out. It’s details that make our lives worth living. Blessed be all those who know what they want, who have desires and ideas. Just like every day they will fill today with something, no matter how little, modest, barely visible. —Duško Radović I’ve always been taking…

Happy birthday, dad!

After having looked at my mother’s side of the family, today is the time for my father’s. After all, today celebrates the missing link between this couple and me – my father. You are responsible for all these lovely childhood images, and pretty much for the fact that I write and take photos. The sound of…

Happy sixty-ten, mom!

Since I’m with you these days, we better not waste time on computer, right? Therefore just a selection of some of my favourite photos of you, one of your poems and my translation. The last photo is rather revealing of your preferences, which becomes obvious to all who have read your book of poems. Here is…