Young bands

 Lights Out

FTD

Granitna Kocka.

Baba Zula

from Turkey. 

Playing with voices

Irena Z. Tomazin 

and Alessandra Eramo.

Evening of young poets

freezing in January in Rog

and caught a few people jamming in the local bar on my way home.

Walking through

the Sečovlje salt pans, with the newly wedded couple, in January.

After wedding walk

(not my wedding obviously) around the coastal town of Piran.

Pocket's Vaudeville: Matilda, Let's Do It

 Friday night

is Vaudeville night (well, sometimes it is).

JataC, BibaretJC210120

Remember the opening of the sound installation in the greenhouse I went to on Saturday? Well, today I went to see the creators play it live.  

Rabbit Hole

photo exhibition in Cankarjev dom. 

After a fairly busy Saturday

I decided to have an easy Sunday and I went for a long walk with a friend along the river. 

No rest Saturday

From the opening of the sound installation (Bibaret JC210120) in a greenhouse

to Neomi's concert in Kino Šiška.

Neomi was joined on stage by my old buddy and together they sang one of his songs that she used to listen to when she was in primary school (how cool is that? I mean musicians connecting, and appearing on the same stage as somebody you used to listen to),

after which I went to a fundraising concert and party organised by the always active Hawlina family (yey for them), with lots of music (a lot of which I missed, I was late after all)

 but I was still there in time to hear a couple of bands and dance a bit. 

Haven't seen them in ages

and in the time in between they have made a short film about their trip to Paris (which looked like great fun)

Sometimes it's hard to understand

 how I can see so much beauty 

in this world

and still my mind feels like this so much of the time. 

Crossing borders

and what happens next. 

Dance Mamblita

Always nice to see them, even though Andrej abused his microphone privilege to announce my name

 

making me want to hide under the table. 

(yes, that was even scarier than Boris's look)

I am now... infinity

 together with Jasmina Založnik and Darko Dragičević

(reminded me at times to the BBC series Years and Years) 

The man

and the sea. 

First dip in the sea

and it was bloody freezing (12 C) but also invigorating (not to mention refreshing).

Looking forward to the next one... 

Descending towards a hidden port

The temptation

of the winter sea in the afternoon . 

Hiding from the winter sun

(unfortunately I spend a lot of the day hiding behind my computer screen, working my little fingers (and that disaster that one has to call a brain) off, but I do manage to go for a walk in the sunshine everyday.) 

Krk

is where Santa comes once he has delivered his presents... I just caught him before he went off again after his 10 day break

Nature reclaiming

its territory back from humans. I wonder how long it will take for all traces of humans to disappear once we have successfully managed to annihilate ourselves from this wonderful planet (and I am sure we will) ...

Memento Mori

while walking in solitude through what I decided to call Death Valley (not to be confused with the Death Gorge closer to Baška) between the two highest peaks on the island of Krk.

A walk on the first day of the year

in search of the old oak tree that is over 400 years old, but as we didn't find it, the 12th century church of St Krševan had to do.