Tuesday, April 26, 2016

after a dream
























I woke up this morning and was thinking about time, with all its depth and dimension and how it doesn't do much to explain its passing. It can be a year or ten or more but only in our mind did things ever exist like they did and even at that they probably didn’t. Counting years or looking back just proves we cant really explain anything and even though things probably all happen for a reason, that maybe we one day find out, as time passes they start to fade and that seems to me the saddest part of all.

Monday, April 25, 2016

we are here...









































































to study
to learn
to question
to speculate
to discover
to invent
to revise
to preserve
to make
and to give

W.S.

Monday, April 18, 2016

eight



































Friday, April 15, 2016

you can never plan moments

























I walked up the old stone steps from Zrinskeho to Myjavska today, a route I took many times when I lived on Svetla. I like this neighbourhood with its crumbling old buildings and overgrown trees, the older houses possess a magic that outshines the new glass boxes that money has built in the past decade. I remembered almost skipping down the steps of a summer evening on my way into town to meet friends, the blossoms from the numerous bushes and trees filling the air with their sweet fragrance and also the slow heavy paced journey home several hours later smiling under a starlit sky.

It was to photograph trees and maybe a bit of nostalgia that took me up the steps today. I saw the tree branch poking out of a 10 metre wall at the top of Myjavska, so I leaned against the wall and pointed the camera up, and at that very moment the aeroplane flew over. It made me feel happy, that journey has given me another nice memory and confirmed to me that you can't plan moments, they just happen, and all we can do is appreciate them.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

one two trees








































trees make the experience of living in the city more beautiful
they stand like natures reminder of all that we are missing
and even if it is only the shade they provide on a hot day
or shelter from a sudden rain storm
they all bear some kind of fruit

Saturday, April 2, 2016

for time



how I wish
there was more of you
in my memory
an ancient dream
a bright solitary star
long afternoon shadow
beating of wings
the world of a child
fragment of beauty
an impenetrable silence
wordless and untouchable
elusive and mysterious
how I wish
there was more