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…

When in doubt, paddle

It’s not the water that flows but the river. It’s not time that passes but us. -Hervé Bazin Ljubljana, Slovenia, two weeks ago. Uplifting. Serene. Green. Photo: © signature mmm

WPC: Antipanti-cipation

If you ask me now, the anticipation is obvious: Slovenia is winking at me. Just a little longer. The title stems from an old Slovenian poem by Janez Menart entitled “Antisong”: Anti-avtor je zvrst bebca, anti-avion je ptič. Anti-Pepe, to je Pepca, anti-panti ni pa nič« (1979). In quick translation: “Anti-author is a sort of moron, anti-airplane is…

Monday Windows from Ljubljana

I know what I said yesterday. And I know it says “Monday Window”, as in singular. But it’s stronger than me. I liked going through the photos of my hometown Ljubljana in Slovenia and selecting my favourite windows – no matter how many there might be. Soon we will return to white Ljubljana. Maybe it will…

WPC: Relax, don’t (over)do it

No matter how people predominantly use them for work, to me boats spell relax. But first, a short weekend review of the last week on my blog. To be found: A walk around my immediate vicinity to show you the vineyard colours, green grass and all that occurs this time of year; a selection of windows from our Tuscany 4-town…

Ljubljana of my life

Today is the day when I can smell the snow. This takes me back to when Ljubljana, Slovenia, was home, snow was reality and all futures were potential. But first a short recap of last week on my blog: Several examples of what chaos can look like before the real chaos struck later in the week;…

Little beasts of Ljubljana

Ljubljana ZOO put up an exhibition on the right bank of the Ljubljanica river this summer. I was a bit baffled by the selection of beasties on display. Not your usual ZOO material. What cheek must a city have to put an extra-large rat up like that, by the river and all. And how about that…

Maja the Bee

Today I have three anecdotes for you starring the Slovenian designer with whom I used to work. She once called me the best Slovenian editor, so I could be biased, but unlike me she really is the best. She was on the designing team when Slovenian Euro coins were about to be manufactured. Before her meeting in Finland…

Thursday Doors, September 1

Apart from wishing you happy September 1st, which was always the bittersweet first day of school for me, I have 5×3 images for you with regard to several doors in Slovenia. 1. Ljubljana Bežigrad: Let’s start closest to home, with three yellow houses in the same street. The last one is proud promotion of friend’s company that deals with disability…

Plant vines

This February Slovenian capital Ljubljana was named European Green Capital for this year. The European Commission has so far awarded this title to Stockholm, Hamburg, Vitoria-Gasteiz, Nantes, Copenhagen, and Bristol last year, while Essen and Nijmegen will follow in the years to come. If you grow up in a green city like this, you don’t even…

WPC: Ljubljana – a bowl of cherries

Mmmm, I love my cherries. Left, right, top, bottom, in between. I love them so much that while not the only one, they are my favourite fruit. I love them so much that Sexing the Cherry by Jeanette Winterson is my favourite book, but not just because of the title. I love them so much…

MM 3-10: Monochrome Rolling Madness

Things to see by the river of Ljubljanica in the capital of Slovenia. As usually for Monochrome Madness challenge, I first present my contribution for this week. The photo in colour as taken is so bad that turning it black&white was the only solution if it was to be saved somehow, that’s why I won’t…

Thursday Doors, June 16

I spent three days in my hometown, Ljubljana. In fact, I’m just finishing the last piece of dad’s blueberry strudel. Yum. When on a stroll around the house of my parents where I grew up (the story is here), I realised only when it was ending that I’d been shooting doors again. Too. Subconsciously. Here…