from looking up

                                                                       bratslava        winter          2004

                                                                    bratislava         autumn          2015

today

                                                                    bratislava          autumn          2015

rain

                                                               bratislava               autumn           2015

flight #2

                                                                          brighton        autumn        2015

chameleon

                                                                            brighton      autumn        2015

edge

                                                                               brighton       autumn      2015

windows

                                                                      brighton          autumn          2015

green

                                                                 brighton                 autumn         2015

                                                                      yorkshire          autumn         2015

this morning

                                                      brighton                    autumn                  2015

I stare into the bright silvery light until my eyes burn, then I close them tightly and watch the orange colour flares behind my eyelids and feel the warm morning sun on my face. The wind is strong and smell of salt in the air and the sound of the waves is reassuring, there is nothing except water, sky and the horizon. My thoughts slow down to a stop, I am free just to be here, not waiting and not wanting, just being. I forget that behind me is a beach and a road and a city and people, and a past filled with history that my memory too often tries to grasp. I think of nature and the beauty of a blade of grass blowing in the breeze or a bird once so awkward and earthbound, soaring in graceful arcs across the sky. I smile at my own foolishness and fortune, to be alive in this moment, filled with life and with love.

family

                                                           yorkshire                 autumn               2015

                                                  brighton                     autumn                   2015

                                               brighton                       autumn                     2015

flight

                                                                     brighton            autumn          2015

for your pleasure

                                                                   brighton            autumn            2015

new landscape photography

thank you to Wilson Cummer at newlandscapephotography  for publishing my work

my nephew can fly

                                                          brighton               autumn             2015

by the ocean

                                                              Brighton            Autumn             2015

dancing dog

                                                                                  prague         summer      2015

Well my trip to Prague is almost over, I hadn't been here for 5 years but it is still a city filled with magic and a good place to get lost for a week. I have met some very friendly and generous people, done a lot of walking, taken only a handful of photographs (as usual) and will finish off playing a concert tonight, and who knows maybe the dancing dog will come along too.

flow

                                                                           prague         summer             2015

metal bird

                                                                              prague         summer          2015

VIII

                                                                                 prague         summer        2015

grace

                                                                                prague        summer         2015

melody

                                                                                koliba       winter       2015

the fields of my youth

                                                                    moss     yorkshire     summer  2012

                                                                     moss    yorkshire     winter   2014

 A few minutes walk from my mothers house are the fields I played in as a kid and although decades have gone by since then, the fields look much the same and the character of the land still retains its identity. We are formed by the landscape of our childhood; it's discovery is our adventure, it's colour and smell and sound give life to memories that remain with us for our whole lives.

mileticova

                                                                                Bratislava   summer   2015

hairdressers

exhibition at Gagarinka Gallery Bratislava

                                                                  from Slavin   Bratislava Summer 2011

                                                                    Sandberg   Bratislava    autumn 2010

                                                                    fountain    Bratislava   summer 2014

                                                                                  Bratislava    Spring    2014

crocodile

                                                                                Bratislava   summer     2015

An email from a friend

Dear Andy, I have not forgotten our great discussion about an exhibition Oko štamgasta (I don't know other word than „barfly“, maybe you will know other one, in german it's der Stammgast).

If you think about the exhibition, here are some points as an inspiration:

Name:                     OKO ŠTAMGASTA

Motto of the exhibition:

...I see my father.

Where, my lord?

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

Shakespeare, Hamlet,, I/2

Eyes - soul
Eyes - gate
Eyes - puzzle
Eyes - door
Eyes - stars
Eyes - passion, fear, hope and desperateness, joy, sorrow...

About "štamgasts" we know everything: what kind of coffee do they drink, how many beers, which wine, šnaps, what place to sit do they like, what time are they comming and when they leave, which newspaper do they read, but eyes - gate to the soul - stay behind curtain of questions...

two good friends leaving for the US next month

                                                                                  Chase  Koliba winter 2015

                                                                              Darwin Koliba winter 2015

After 19 years in Slovakia my friend Chase is going home to his farm in Maine and he's taking Darwin his trusty canine. Darwin also known as 'D' or Dingo is part German Shepard and part wolf, we call him the last Carpathian dingo (posledny Karpatske dingo) Unlike any dog I"ve met Darwins favourite toy is a  coconut which he carefully carries around with him in the garden and never breaks it.
I will miss them both.

sometimes

                                                                                             koliba spring 2015

we can dream while wide awake

                                                       Danube from harbour bridge Bratislava 2014

"We must begin thinking like a river if we are to leave a legacy of beauty and life for future generations"
David Brower

                                                                                                 white ribbon      2015

                                       instagram clouds over the city, from koliba winter 2015

watermelon

                                                                                                 koliba   summer 2014

Look up in wonder

                                                     Namestie Slobody    Bratislava      Winter 2015

“Resist much, obey little.”

                                                                                 Koliba Bratislava Winter 2015

                                                                                 Koliba Bratislava Winter 2015

“Not I, nor anyone else can travel that road for you.
You must travel it by yourself.
It is not far. It is within reach.
Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know.
Perhaps it is everywhere - on water and land.”

Walt Whitman "Leaves of Grass"