It was a rainy Sunday afternoon

Perfect for photographing in the theatre.

Just so you know

It is not me. It is everyone else.

Without books

life would be dull and boring (or possibly even duller than that). And well, somebody has got to write them. These three have certainly written one or two so far

 

 And I guess this guy deserves a photo on my blog as he led the debate and might have translated one or two books in his life (and yes, translators are cool).

A talented, fun

 and closely knit generation seems to be appearing on the horizon. There they are, peeking through the curtains (or standing in front of it in one case).

 Remembering the times before they were born,

 when I was a kid.

They have a solid dose of defiance.

And will stand up to any wanker who might try to put them down.

An evening out with friends

photographing friends.

The play that made me totally and utterly homesick

The room spun, four elephants (not just any regular African or Indian elephants, but the four elephants that spend their days standing on the turtle and carrying the weight of this world on their shoulders) appeared from the darkness of the theatre (yes, there seems to be a lot of darkness in the theatre) and decided to sit on my chest (but of course, where else would they sit) making breathing a bit less bearable and a bit more of a struggle.

Suddenly I felt alone, a bit lost in this world (I do use suddenly rather loosely in this context as for some strange inexplicable reason I feel like this quite often). Sitting there, in the darkness, thinking about the world, me, what I want to do, where I want to go, who I want to touch. 
It also made me think how strange it is that you can long so strongly for a place, its feel, its hustle and bustle (for some strange reason the photos from the underground only made it harder to breathe) when in many ways it seems that most (albeit not all) of the people (and I always was a people person in a slightly withdrawn way) that I love and care for are here, in the place I live.
Anyroad, to get out of this feeling (yes, you can imagine I was the life and soul of the drinks after the show), I guess I must do something about all this. Soon (Arrghh). Which will be tough (for all of those who don't know why, I would prefer to keep it that way).

Saturday night theatre

in English. But I guess this shot could work in any language really. 

I am Sunčan

and I am a photo addict (but I guess you knew that already). Even when I just go for  drink with somebody I have not seen for ages I have my camera on me (so I was actually thinking about getting a good camera to carry around - you know a compact little thingy, but it would also have to be fun to use, so if you have any ideas, let me know, and when I will be able to afford it, I will go out and buy it). A sip of beer, a bit of a chat, and when you get distracted by the waitress, I quickly jump and take a photo or two, and before you know it I am sitting back in the chair, sipping my beer, continuing with the debate mid-sentence (as if I had never left).