In search

of rocks, tranquility, friends and wind at the seaside.

Wish you were here

is all that needs to be said on a beautiful day like this.

Almost

had a cameo appearance in this one.

Black flags

ufff, I won't even go into the story that unwrapped in my head as I looked at them, so I will rather just add a photo of a Lou Reed moment that occurred at the opening.

Fear

makes people forget to breathe

and makes them lonely.

Today, my daily moments of peace of mind

(in this otherwise restless soul) came from Tinka and Lado.

It is funny

how the moment I felt something was going wrong, I took out my camera hoping reality will fly into the distance.

For a brief

moment I thought that something else could take its place, but it turned out that was not the case.
(Of course it later turned out to be merely a momentary lapse of reason)

OK. It has been decided

This is where I am going to write my novel* (and considering the setting it will have to be one of the best romantic** novels of all time). Can someone please sort it out that I get it rent free for 3-6*** months?

* or possibly play (and most certainly a book of poetry)... Oh and I will take some photos and record at least some parts of a dance/poetry film.
** and until now I was certain that my first novel will not be a romantic one
***my stay might be prolonged if I get inspired to write/film/photograph/record/... additional things.

It is always extra nice

to see people at openings not only hanging out, but actually taking time to look at the exhibition.
Unfortunately on this occasion I was not one of the people to do this (but I know I will be back to see the exhibition), because I really wanted to go and see this guy

move to poetry (Grega, we really need to do the project we talked about a few years ago - we need to make time).