andy townend captures the life and soul of belgrade, serbia
Tonight I saw the future. A good future for this city, this country, this people. Our world. A glimpse of what makes us human. A slice of life. A smell of hope. Young photographers gathered together to celebrate their art. Defy the past. Make a point. Live. Love. Periskop Kamerades Belgrade Raw
There is a pattern to everything. Maybe our destiny is shaped by a pattern. Patterns sometimes hard to describe; hard to follow. The universe will unfold as it should. The pattern will be followed. Or should we break the pattern. Make our own, shape our destiny?
Cultures collide Culture corrupts Culture consoles Culture captivates Culture is incandescent... "The time to hesitate is through No time to wallow in the mire Try now we can only lose And our love become a funeral pyre Come on baby, light my fire..." Lyrics from "Light my fire" by The Doors This is my response … Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Culture
"All hope abandon ye who enter here." These words could well be daubed in blood at the entrance to the BIGZ building on belgradestreets. Pass through the portal, ascend the graffiti strewn staircase. Music wafts through the air. Tourists do not come here. Yet. There is nowhere quite like this. And the reward at the … Continue reading all that jazz
"I don't need your answered prayers Or the chains your lover wears I don't need your rings of gold Or the secrets that you hold Lift me up, Lift me up and I'll fall with you lift me up Let your love lift me up" Lyrics from "Lift me up" by Bruce Springsteen This is … Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Up
Change is never easy. Change can be momentous. Change can be incremental. Change can be uncomfortable. Change unsettles, disrupts. Change is good. Words change us. In the words of Branko Miljković "Ubi me prejaka reč" or "I was killed by too strong a word" This is my response to the latest Weekly Photo Challenge from … Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Change
Lightning crackled in the sky. Thunder rolled across the corrugated roofing. Rain streamed down the tramlines. Oncoming lights pierced the gathering gloom. "Don't let me down" he said... This is my response to the "Phoneography challenge: My neighbourhood" from The Daily Post at WordPress.
Forward. Progress. Reflect on what matters. One step forward, two back? Sometimes, to move forward, we need to look back, reflect, think about what really matters. And then, when we know, celebrate what we believe in. Will we celebrate the mirror, or what we see reflected in it? This is my response to the latest … Continue reading Weekly Photo Challenge: Forward
"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 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.
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