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Through a thick smoke of cigarettes the room looked dim, and dim were my thoughts competing with each other for my attention. Puffing in a smoke was supposed to make me think clearly, but it only made my heart race more rapidly. The clock seemed to be frozen in time with its arms unmoving, and waiting was unbearable. When will it ring? Will it…
The scene takes me to Lago di Piano, a small lake close to Lago Lugano in Italy. Words were superfluous. Music was the only thing that could complement the setting sun over the still lake. Aldo dedicated this song to Angelina, his grandmother, but I dedicate this post to a dear blogger, Sylvia from adinparadise.wordpress.com. **About Thursday’s Special: It is a ‘non-challenge’ challenge that appeals…
A couple of weeks ago I incindentally started posting black & white photos on Sundays. Now, I have decided to make it a habit and here it is – a scene from my all time favourite mountain lake Braies (in Dolomites). Hope you will like Einaudi’s piece Reverie too.
Some days ago Jasmine Kyle generously allowed me to download her song Revenge, and gave me permission to share some of her music with you. I wanted to find a picture to match her song Revenge, and had some other ideas in mind, but this is the best I could find in my photo library. Anyway, Jasmine thought it was the perfect accompaniment to her…
I have always looked forward to Autumn, but this year I would like to have my late Corsican Summer back. Here is my dream as I have lived it and hope to live it again. This post has been prompted by Daily Post: Childlike.
I’ve noticed that some of you have no clue about my country of origin, and I am entirely to blame for that, for posting all these pics of my travels and showing so little of my country and its capital where I live. In the north of Croatia at about half hour drive from Zagreb there is a Baroque manor that was named after the…
Unlike Paris or Prague, 900 year-old Zagreb did not develop on the banks of a river. Over centuries it had sufficient room to grow at the bottom of Medvednica Mountain, and was reluctant to cross the watercourse. When in the 1930’s the town’s population started to move across the Sava, Zagreb was in need of bridges. The Railway Bridge also known as the “Green…
To be honest, on a regular day I don’t go around with my camera, not even with my phone snapping pics the moment I wake up, but on my holidays it happens sometimes. This is what I found on my first early morning during my exploration of Corsica: an intimate beach lined with messy trees, bunkers, scarce houses, but I loved the ever changing…
Lost in Translation 