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!
{Project "52"} Week 2
Has it been only a week? It feels like ages since we touched through that glass window, since our smiles melted your fellow passengers' hearts, and since the liquids we carried in our eyes went unnoticed by the security personnel at the airport. I can close my eyes and still see you disappear in the surge of people rushing to get comfortable on an overcrowded claustrophobic jet. I go home and I have another bag of memories to unload in Lightroom. And on my desk I put the big flower that you left behind - like all the others before it - on my desk, so that when I do that pose of thoughtful scrutiny of the crossing down the street, I can see the oxymoronic wave of red and green. This flower oscillates between the moods: if it were white, it would've been necrophilic; if it were yellow, it would've been jovial; if it were red, it would've been infernal; and if it were purple, it would've been regal. But it is none of those - it defies all the rules of light and optics mixing red and green, between a tumbling foamy wave and a rustling velvet cape. And although it has been more than a week since it has been plugged from its nurturing surrounding, it stays shiny in its vase like a rocket set for launch - with a clear destination - as if it knows that you and I are once again a thousand kilometers apart.
