andy townend captures the life and soul of belgrade, serbia
'No one questioned "who is a Serb, who is a Croat, who is a Muslim (Bosniak)" we were all one people, that's how it was back then, and I still think it is that way today' ― Josip Broz Tito Any words I might try to add to those of Tito would be superfluous. (for … Continue reading trio
"his dissonance would need, to be able to live, a magnificent illusion which would spread a veil of beauty over its own nature” - friedrich nietzsche, the birth of tragedy, ed. r. geuss & r. speirs walk alone the bulevar of, broken dreams what comes, around comes... (for wordpress weekly photo challenge, symmetry) (and lucile's … Continue reading symmetry
“when you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?” ― virginia woolf on the cosmic scale how do we, measure up? (for wordpress weekly photo challenge, scale) (pijaca stari djeram, beograd)
“sometimes i feel as if I'm racing with my own shadow” ― haruki murakami, after dark in the dark the need to purge was the greatest urge (for wordpress weekly photo challenge, shadowed)
Big thank you to The Daily Post from WordPress for featuring my photo "glass" from "through a glass darkly" in their wrap up post for a great month of phototography and friendship. Check out the other great photographers featured by The Daily Post team here. You can also see my #photo101 contributions from my "other" blog … Continue reading #photo101 wrap up
"One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time." - Hermann Hesse (Pariska, Beograd) photography101:19
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"For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known." - Corinthians 13:12 bittersweet regrets loss photography101:17
"Uzalud je budim -- In vain I wake her" This is my response to the latest Weekly Writing Challenge by The Daily Post at WordPress. My response is an attempt to illustrate the beautiful words of a poem penned in 1956 by Branko Miljković with images from belgradestreets. Words introduced to me today. I am … Continue reading “Uzalud je budim — In vain I wake her…”
The damp night air, heavy with fumes, enveloped him, suffocating, cloying, his head spinning. Head down, he walked on, lifting one foot in front of the other. Heart pounding, he hoped he had not been seen. There had been a moment, fleeting, the one when the three guys walked past him, when he felt it … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Choose Your Adventure
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