WPC: Easy peasy being green

Green is easily my favourite colour. Ask anybody. And dogs are my favourite animals. Something happened on this day in 1999, and some green things happened ten years ago. Let’s start with these. First of all, ten years ago I stopped smoking after twenty years and two packs a day, which is still the biggest…

WPC: Atop of the morning to ya

The title goes well with yesterday’s Fiesta, whereas the photos are two apiece from different tops I have climbed in my two countries. But first the last week on my blog lest I forget. There were quite a few topics: Last week’s subject of “wish” had me running for a pretty little church; I told you…

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…

WPC: Top ten roads taken

I love this week’s Photo Challenge theme: The Road Taken. So that it’s not always just her wicked stepsister. We can moan all we want, imagine what could have happened to the moon and back, and yet there is nothing more useless than wondering about the road not taken. As if we could ever go back and…

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…

WPC: Against all odds, evenly

Not that there were any odds to begin with, and yet I’ve come a long way. Geographically speaking. We shall have a look at how it all began in a minute, but first the previous week on my blog. There were: Twelve photos from last April as part of my 2016 Calendar; full moon, if…

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: Solitude standing

Alone, lonely, solitary, solitaire. Take your pick. But… Is there any other way? First let’s take a look at the past week on my blog, as is the weekend custom. There were: twenty examples of repurposing for last week’s Weekly Photo Challenge; a loooooongish mash of classic English poetry and Doors lyrics, because I can; a surprising…

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…

WPC: Graceful staircase

The Ljubljana “Skyscraper” staircase was the most graceful thing I’ve photographed recently. But first the last week on my blog. There were: Italian ambience in Ljubljana, Slovenia; two quotes on trees and some scenes from a favourite garden featuring bestia; January 16th will always be the birthday of my two friends, and this year MLK…

WPC: Ummm-beyonce?

Ambience sounds like one of those words with a simpler synonym evoking too expensive restaurants, and something without which there is no photo. But first let’s jump around the last week on my blog. I came from my New Year’s visit to Slovenia but haven’t resettled yet. There were: plenty of names that I found around me…

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…

WPC: Have a path

As you go through life, bear this in mind: Nobody has yet walked from your direction and on your path. This means that it doesn’t matter where you start. This means that it doesn’t matter where you go. This means that it’s only possible to do it your way, no turn should be considered a…

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…

WPC: New old (un)level horizon

The quote below is not to say that I think my photos are perfect or even centred. They merely strive to be as close to nature as possible, and will continue to do so. Somehow I believe she got it right the first time. One does not walk into the forest and accuse the trees of being…