Thursday Doors, May 11 2017

Here is the second part of Ljubljana Graffiti Tour doors. Since I posted the first part of Slovenia’s capital doors with the now famous “Submarine Door”, I was notified (with a reward “for believing in us when we were smaller”) that the tour operators have changed their name to Ljubljana Alternative Tours, diversified and started to…

Thursday Doors, April 20 2017

For today’s Thursday Doors we go back to the town of my birth, Ljubljana, Slovenia. It was a cold winter’s day when I took part in the free Ljubljana Graffiti Tour. I told Sandi, the organiser, that I’d got dressed as if I was going skiing and he concurred. At first it was just the two…

WPC: A good match these days is hard to find

STILL, WHAT FOLLOWS ARE ENOUGH MATCHES TO LIGHT TWENTY FIRES. AND ONE SCARY GRAPH. First, as usually, here is the past week on my blog in bullet-points, which is better than bullets. There were: A photo story of my transfer from Slovenia to Italy with no regard to odds; an almost 360 degree view of Ljubljana from the Skyscraper and…

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…

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;…

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…

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…