Thursday Doors, March 30 2017

A bit of anniversary and another instalment of doors from “Slovenian Tuscany” which impressed even us who live at the source. On this day three years ago, for some not quite determined reason (but mostly to show my photos and tell stuff to more than my immediate people), I posted my first ever blog post….

6xRay Windows

It’s neither x-ray windows nor my Russian blogger friend raynotbradbury, but the man himself in six quotes, accompanied by six Slovenian flower Power windows from Šmartno. The floor is yours, Mr. Bradbury: I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas. When this occurs, I pack up my dinosaurs and…

WPC: Wishful

When an atheist reaches out to a church on the prompt of “wish”, then you know we are in trouble. Since recently, the WPC theme is announced on Wednesdays instead of Fridays. I think Friday is the earliest I’d manage to post though. I like to add my weekly recap to my WPC posts, in case…

Thursday Doors, March 2 2017

Šmartno is about to take over the race for the town with the most posted doors per capita. This is only the first post of three with doors from this tiny but magnificently restored village in Goriška Brda region, called “Slovenian Tuscany”. By all means visit-worthy, also but not only because this is wine-growing territory. Since we…

Tanti auguri, Anima

Today celebrates mom’s cousin who comes closest to an aunt I never had. Let’s have a look at a few fun facts: Her name translates as Soul or Anima. She paints and makes jewellery and then gifts her art. She has been learning Italian and was fascinated with Italian hand gestures when amore was showing…

Thursday Doors, February 16 2017

Here is the first crop of the doors from our lovely end-of-the-year trip to the region of Goriška Brda, called “Slovenian Tuscany”. This was one well-researched trip thanks to my knowledgeable relatives. We drove from the Slovenian coast northwards, past Trieste through Italy toward Gorizia which is a city on the border with Slovenia where its name changes…

WPC: Shadowlands

The true history hides in the shadows, they say. A quick dash through my pack members and their shadows, plus some other Slovenian shadows for you. And now I better rush out since it’s almost 1.45 am for when the full moon, lunar eclipse and a passing of a green comet with the violet tail…

WPC: The story of repurposing

This subject has again made me giddy and it was hard to stick to twenty images. There is just so much repurposing going on all around me. Before the photo story unrevels, I wish to draw your attention to the last week on my blog. It was quite busy. I’ve even managed to more or…

Last Monday Window?

I started to look through Šmartno windows to select too many for the Monday Window challenge, as is the custom. But then… I was looking at the first photo below, trying to establish if the double set of windows was interesting enough for this photo to be included. Then I blinked. Something was in the…

Smart-no?

It was only right now that I realised that the name of this village is not really English-friendly. But obviously the inhabitants of Šmartno, a small town in Goriška Brda wine region nicknamed “Slovenian Tuscany” (more photos from there here), do not take after the English pronunciation. Aided by the European Union, Šmartno has been restored and transformed into…

Our biggest fear

What Orwell failed to predict is that we’d buy the cameras ourselves, and that our biggest fear would be that nobody was watching. —Keith Lowell Jensen Photo: © signature mmm

WPC: Nomen est omen

The name is a sign, they say. No wonder then that my name means “eat” in Roman dialect. An overview of my blog in the last week shows that I posted six times even though I’ve been visiting my country of origin, and that pleases me. Let’s see what there was: resilient mountains and hillocks as…

WPC: Re.silly.ence

Here it is, a new year, and this fact alone proves how resilient we are. Something else is beating us in the resilient game though, counting centuries when we count years. (We shall leave the sentence above as is and shall not prove it wrong by calculus.) Where I live now – southern Tuscany – mountains are…