andy townend captures the life and soul of belgrade, serbia
Details make belgradestreets. Hidden courtyards. Hidden lives. Striated stone. Crosses. Chipping away. Trees encased in iron. Grids. Always grids. Swirling art deco piping. No parking. No access. No questions. Fencing. What comes next on belgradestreets?
Friends have developed an innovative and exciting way of showcasing the beauty of belgradestreets to the world. Their concept is a virtual panoramic tour of selected areas of belgradestreets. An immersive, engaging and informative experience. Take a look at their photos of Skadarlija to see the idea in action. I'd love to hear your thoughts … Continue reading virtual belgradestreets
"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…”
I am delighted to confirm that my book belgradestreets is now available to purchase on Amazon. It's also available for purchase in the UK through Cordee. Thanks once again to Branko Andrić and his wonderful colleagues at Komshe for making a dream come true.
Please, she thought. I want to, he thought. No one will know. They ached. He texted. She hoped. This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
Zoo. Prison or preserve? Our responsibility to protect wildlife? Our desire to control, classify, incarcerate? Roaring, railing, roaming, ranging. Restrained by railings and ramparts? Animals looking out, humans looking in? The reverse? Need we do this? If not, would we suffer, would our knowledge of the world be diminished? Animals. Are we any better?
Grids, lines, patterns, symbolism. Symmetry. Asymmetry. Lone man steps out. Open bins. Closed shutters. Circular balconies. Private boxes for the Kalemegdan show? Sorrowful eyes behind mosaic bars. Windows to the soul. Dvojka, chariot of the gods. These are belgradestreets.
The afternoon sun did not warm him. The families passing by in the park, laughing, playing, shouting, did not register. Could it get worse? What should he do? Thoughts of home weighed heavy on his mind. This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from The Daily Post at WordPress.
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
There are shiny, bright modern shopping malls on belgradestreets. Ušće and Delta City to name but two. And then there are more intriguing malls, from a time that seems forgotten to many. Bold concrete and metal. Curves, gates, stairways, a lost world just behind Terazije. Locked gates, broken windows. Hand made goods, street food, shoe … Continue reading shopping mall
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