And another trip - Berlin - it welcomed me with the sunshine of spring. And with the sunshine of my love. The new hairstyle needed to be captured and the wind wanted to portray it in the best light - it recreated thousands of euros of wind equipment, it played the role of a hairstylist with utmost flair, and it brought in the sunshine for that glimmer of golden thread. And in a sense, this is the beginning of a spring - when things get renewed - when the wind picks up our spirits and the sun shines its warmth on our blessed forehead like a warm, loving kiss.
Project 52
{Project "52"} Week 6
The first week of February brought quite a weather in Slovenia - the fallen snow started feeling very comfortable under the heavy downpour of warm rain. So comfortable that it didn't even realize when the ice wind came that it will be turned into an ice cover weighing down every branch, transforming bushes into caramel mustaches made of ice - thin, heavy, and sparkly.
{Project "52"} Week 5
Travelling can be exciting - even if today's security measures sometimes put dents into one's memories about the glamour of travel, one can still feel the small bits of special experience when traveling. But it is never too nice when there are problems with the means of transport - a old tyre needing replacing. It is of course, more organized - you don't get stranded without connection, you don't get to wait in the cold and rain, and you see the competence in every movement that the repair person makes. And off to the next destination!
{Project "52"} Week 4
This week, the story continues through a simple shot taken at an airplane. On the way to London - and not that London has not had enough photo opportunities - on the contrary, but this guy was the modern day writer - with a pen and paper, with laptop in the bag, with a smile on the face.
{Project "52"} Week 3
Third week - and it is already discouraging. A week goes buy, waking up in the morning, in a daze, either after a dream that my psychiatrist will disapprove of or worse after a restless night, relentlessly devoid of any imagination. Third week, and I already feel the pressure of this project - a pressure of taking the camera daily and not finding a picture that is worth showing, that is worth a sequence, that is worth the words that will tell its story. Third week, and I am almost ready to stop counting and let it be - or start counting upwards in trimesters or quarters or human pregnancies. Because each day is like a smug opponent pushing the envelop, punching you in the insecurities and setting the bar higher, almost out of sight, where even persistence cannot reach. And in photography, the components can balance each other but not stand for each other - chasing technical perfection is like chasing a circle around is circumference, chasing aesthetic appeal is like dreaming of waking up, and chasing the perfect timing is like living in the future while being spaced in the present. And the last option of chasing the story - well, that's just a battle lost before it has even began - because the story is not to be chased but to be and to be lived!
