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A song by a great artist that you wont know if you are not from my neck of the woods, but still, wanted to share it...
Mora da je bio neki stvarno divan san,
Kad tako divno počne dan
U daljini zvona zvuče kao Oda radosti
Rublje sa balkona ima boje tvoje mladosti
Al u tebi još je noć
Drukčija od drugih noći
Sanjala si da si sretna,
Da si sretna
Sanjala si da si sretna,
Da si sretna
It must have been a really wonderful dream,
When the day starts so wonderfully
In the distance the bells sound like an Ode to Joy
The laundry from the balcony has the colors of your youth
But there is still night in you
Different from other nights
You dreamed you were happy,
That you are happy
You dreamed you were happy,
That you are happy
Golden Reflection
In the quiet of the evening, simply enjoying the sunset and slowly drifting across the sea, letting the thoughts wander freely. Summer is slowly passing, but some moments remain — like a golden reflection on the sea and memories of beautiful days spent by the Adriatic, in Šilo on the island of Krk.
Zlatni odraz
Onako u miru, prepušteni guštima zalaska sunca, lagano ploviti morem i pustiti mislima da lutaju. Ljeto polako prolazi, ali neki trenuci ostaju — poput zlatnog odraza na moru i uspomena na dane provedene uz Jadran, u Šilu na otoku Krku.
At the End of a Summer Day
The sun had just touched the distant mountain ridge as Stipanja Bay slowly settled into the calm of the evening.
The silhouettes of coastal pines and shrubs naturally frame the view across the sea, while a passing boat adds one last trace of movement before daylight quietly fades away.
Rather than emphasizing the drama of the sunset, I wanted to preserve its softness and silence.
Canon EOS R7 • Soligor 28mm f/2.8 • f/5.6
Some days do not end when the sun disappears. They end with the last quiet look across the horizon.
Pogled na kraj jednog ljetnog dana
Sunce je upravo dotaknulo planinski greben na horizontu, a uvala Stipanja polako je tonula u večernji mir.
Siluete borova i obalnog raslinja prirodno uokviruju pogled prema moru, dok brodić u prolazu unosi posljednji dašak života u kadar prije nego što dan ustupi mjesto noći.
Nisam želio naglasiti dramatičnost zalaska, već sačuvati njegovu stvarnu mekoću i tišinu.
Neki se dani ne završavaju kada sunce zađe. Završavaju onda kada posljednji pogled ostane na horizontu.
Feast in the Air – The Passion Flower in a Dynamic Moment
Some moments in nature last only a fraction of a second, but remain permanently captured through patience. After the rain, under the sun peering through again, I captured this dynamic horizontal frame of a passion flower (Passiflora caerulea). While one bee is already feasting in the very center of this raindrop-covered blossom, another is caught in low flight, precisely frozen in mid-air just before landing. Shot handheld using a vintage Takumar 135mm f/3.5 lens on a Canon R7 body. Pure documentary of natural action and the micro-world around us.
Gozba u zraku – Isusova kruna u dinamičnom trenutku
Neki trenuci u prirodi traju tek djelić sekunde, ali ostaju trajno zabilježeni zahvaljujući strpljenju. Nakon kiše, pod suncem koje je ponovno provirilo, uhvatio sam ovaj dinamičan horizontalni kadar pasiflore (Isusove krune). Dok se jedna pčela već gosti u samom središtu ovog fascinantnog cvijeta prekrivenog kapljicama, druga je ulovljena u niskom letu, precizno zamrznuta u zraku netom prije slijetanja. Fotografirano iz ruke pomoću starog samurajskog objektiva Takumar 135mm f/3.5 na tijelu Canona R7. Čisti dokumentarizam prirodne akcije i mikro-svijeta koji nas okružuje.
Return to Serenity – Golden Sunset in Stipanja Bay
Some days on the island end so perfectly they remind us how little it takes to feel absolute peace. In Stipanja bay in Šilo, I captured this beautiful moment of a small speedboat returning to harbor after a day of cruising. As the sun slowly sets over the distant Učka mountain, a rich, golden color spreads across the sea, turning the surface into pure shimmer. Another warm day in this small earthly paradise of ours gently comes to an end, leaving behind peace and quiet. Shot with a vintage Takumar 50mm lens using manual focus on a Canon R7 body, focusing on natural tones and the authentic atmosphere of Krk island.
Povratak u smiraj – Zlatni zalazak u uvali Stipanja
Neki dani na otoku završavaju tako savršeno da podsjećaju na to koliko je malo potrebno za osjećaj potpunog mira. U uvali Stipanja u Šilu zabilježio sam ovaj predivan trenutak povratka manjeg glisera u luku nakon cjelodnevne plovidbe. Dok sunce polako zalazi nad dalekom Učkom, morem se razlijeva bogata, zlatna boja, pretvarajući površinu u čisto blještavilo. Još jedan topli dan u ovome našem malom ovozemaljskom raju polako završava, ostavljajući iza sebe mir i tišinu. Fotografirano s vintage objektivom Takumar 50mm i ručno odabranim fokusom na tijelu Canona R7, s naglaskom na prirodne tonove i autentičnu atmosferu otoka Krka.
Disheveled Beauty: Ice Plant in the Noonday Sun
Some flowers seek the shade, but this "messy-haired" beauty seeks only the strongest sun. The Ice Plant (Carpobrotus), a plant that turns karst and stone into the most beautiful carpets. I'm fascinated by its intense color and petals that look intentionally disheveled. True summer energy in the middle of spring on our island. When you see it defying the sun, you realize that beauty lies in resilience. 🌸☀️
Rašćupana ljepotica: Ledeni cvijet u podne
Neki cvjetovi traže sjenu, a ova "raščupanka" traži samo što jače sunce. Sabljica ili Ledeni cvijet, biljka koja od krša i kamena pravi najljepše tepihe. Fascinira me ta njezina intenzivna boja i latice koje izgledaju kao da ih je netko namjerno razbarušio. Prava ljetna energija usred proljeća na našem otoku. Kad je vidiš kako prkosi suncu, shvatiš da je ljepota u otpornosti. 🌸☀️
Seven-spotted ladybug in the afternoon sun
Some moments simply deserve a closer look. I captured this moment of peace with a seven-spotted ladybug (Coccinella septempunctata). This little "guardian of the garden" is actually a master of nature's design – its presence has been synonymous with a good harvest and natural pest control for centuries. It's fascinating how that bright red design with exactly seven spots isn't just for aesthetics; it serves as a clear warning to predators. Happiness comes in small packages, you just need to know how to spot it.
Sedmopjega bubamara na popodnevnom suncu
Neki dani zahtijevaju brzinu, a neki traže da potpuno usporiš i pogledaš svijet iz druge perspektive. Ulovio sam trenutak mira sa sedmopjegom bubamarom (Coccinella septempunctata). Ova mala "gospodarica vrta" zapravo je pravi biološki inženjer prirode – njezino prisustvo je stoljećima bilo sinonim za dobru žetvu i prirodnu kontrolu štetočina. Fascinantno je kako taj žarko crveni dizajn sa točno sedam pjega nije tu samo zbog estetike, već služi kao upozorenje predatorima. Sreća dolazi u malim pakiranjima, samo je treba znati primijetiti.
Blue Traveler in front of Crikvenica
Some moments are like frozen in time, with the sea setting the rhythm. I captured this blue fishing boat (pasara style) slowly gliding past the sleeping Crikvenica. There's something poetic in this contrast—the small, working boat against the solid stone tower and the dense settlement climbing the Vinodol hill. In the distance, the modern viaduct bears witness to the passage of time and connectivity, but here, on the sea, different rules apply. This is a "Laganini" moment of peace, before the bura wind drops from the mountain or while the sun slowly sinks below the horizon.
Plavi putnik pred Crikvenicom
Neki trenutci su kao zamrznuti u vremenu, a more im daje ritam. Ulovio sam ovaj plavi ribarski brodić (pasara) kako polako klizi pored usnule Crikvenice. Postoji nešto poetično u tom kontrastu – mali, radišni brod naspram čvrstog kamenog tornja i gustog naselja koje se penje uz Vinodolsko brdo. U daljini, moderni viadukt svjedoči o protoku vremena i povezanosti, ali ovdje, na moru, vrijede druga pravila. Ovo je "Laganini" trenutak mira prije nego što se bura spusti s planine ili dok sunce polako tone iza obzora.
Sunset over Šilo
On the shore, silence hums softly between voices of fishermen.
The sea breathes gently, the sand still warm from the day, and the sky melts into the color of orange and wine.
On the pier, each soul finds its peace – some seek fish, some quiet, some just a fleeting moment to hold.
Every seaside evening feels the same, yet never truly repeats itself.
Zalazak nad Šilom
Na obali tišina i poneki glas ribiča.
More diše lagano, pijesak još topao od dana, a nebo kao da se rastapa u boji naranče i vina.
Na rivi svatko u svom svijetu – neki love ribu, neki mir, neki samo traže trenutak što ostaje.
Tako je svaka večer na moru – ista, a nikada posve jednaka.
Zagreb Spring Rhapsody
Some say my photos remind them of naive art—perhaps because I love that clear blue sky, clouds sailing like ships, and people simply living their moment in the frame. Tomislav Square in early spring offers exactly that: a coexistence of history, nature awakening in pink magnolia blossoms, and the everyday hustle of pigeons and passersby. Under that signature blue sky, Zagreb opened up in its full breadth. Captured with a 16mm lens at f/11, ensuring not a single detail of this city story escaped me. There is hope, for as long as there are colors and light like this, there will be good stories to tell!
Zagrebačka proljetna rapsodija
Neki kažu da moje fotografije podsjećaju na naivu – možda zato što volim to čisto plavo nebo, oblake koji plove kao lađe i ljude koji jednostavno žive svoj trenutak u kadru. Tomislavac u rano proljeće nudi upravo to: suživot povijesti, prirode koja se budi u ružičastim cvjetovima magnolije i svakodnevne vreve golubova i prolaznika. Pod onim prepoznatljivim plavim nebom, Zagreb mi se otvorio u svoj svojoj širini. Snimljeno s 16mm šircem na f/11, kako mi ni jedan detalj ove gradske priče ne bi promaknuo. Nade ima, jer dok je ovakvih boja i svjetla, bit će i dobrih priča!
Kupa River - occasional springs
Prostor između rijeke Kupe i podnožja visokih brda, na dionici od Zapeći do Goršeti, vrlo je skučen i na njega je stala uska cesta. Nakon kraćih ili dužih perioda kiše u podnožju brda zna izbiti veći broj izvora, od kojih su neki vrlo jaki i obilati. Inače ne funkcioniraju.
The space between the river Kupa and the foot of the high hills, on the section from Zapeć to Goršeti, is very narrow and a narrow road stands on it. After shorter or longer periods of rain, a number of springs can erupt at the foot of the hill, some of which are very strong and abundant. Otherwise they don't work.
Srećko in the Quiet Snowfall
Snow came softly today, bringing with it a quiet winter calm.
And Srećko… my loyal companion, guardian of every walk…
He sat in the soft white, serious and alert, listening to every whisper of the falling snow.
That look of his – half mischief, half devotion – says it all.
He’s always loved winter, ever since he was a pup.
He may run a little less now, but he still watches over the quiet season with warm, wise eyes.
And he waits for me to press the shutter – like a true model.
My BFF, my little speaker of joy in the silent whiteness.
Srećko u snježnoj tišini
Snijeg je danas pao tiho, kao da je sa sobom donio neki mali zimski mir.
A Srećko… moj vjerni drug i čuvar svih mojih šetnji…
Sjeo je u bijelu mekoću, sav ozbiljan kao da sluša svaki šapat pahulje.
Onaj njegov pogled – pola nestašluk, pola odanost – govori sve.
U snijegu je oduvijek bio doma, još od štenećih dana.
Danas možda manje juri, ali i dalje čuva ritam zime svojim toplim, mudrim očima.
I čeka da ja kliknem – kao pravi model.
Moj BFF, moj mali zvučnik sreće u tihoj bjelini.
Guards on the Pier – Morning Patrol of the Blue Infinite
Some moments at sea radiate a special scent of silence and discipline. During today's walk, my attention was caught by these two seagulls who took their positions like true, proud guards in front of the pier. The first one, in sharp focus, stands firmly on the very edge of the concrete next to the old, rusty bollards, watchfully eyeing the horizon. The second one, softly blurred in the background, floats peacefully on the water's surface, holding the rear line. Through the lens, I captured their natural formation and coexistence with the harbor, shot as pure documentary of details, with no graphics, focusing on the peace of Krk island.
Stražari na molu – Jutarnja patrola plavog beskraja
Neki trenuci na moru odišu posebnim mirisom tišine i discipline. Tijekom današnje šetnje, pažnju su mi privukla ova dva galeba koja su zauzela svoje položaje kao pravi, ponosni stražari ispred mola. Prvi, u oštrom fokusu, čvrsto stoji na samom rubu betona pokraj starih, zahrđalih bitvi, budno pazeći na horizont. Drugi, blago zamućen u pozadini, mirno pluta na površini vode i drži odstupnicu. Kroz objektiv sam zabilježio ovaj njihov prirodni raspored i suživot s lukom, snimljen kao čisti dokumentarizam detalja, bez ikakve grafike, s fokusom na mir i plavetnilo našeg otoka Krka.
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The Lake Balaton shore was full of ice and blue in the past few days! I like Luc Besson's famous movie "Le grand bleu", that's why I gave it this title! :o)
A Balaton-part az elmúlt napokban tele volt jéggel és kékséggel! Szeretem Luc Besson híres filmjét, "A nagy kékség"-et, ezért adtam neki ezt a címet! :o)
卄UᑎGᗩᖇY 🇭🇺 Balatonmáriafürdő
Fog over the Kupa river bank — silence of old houses and whispers of the past
Fog wraps the old riverside houses along the Kupa. Some of these buildings once opened their doors to the river — where grain was loaded onto boats and barges that plied the water as late as the mid-20th century.
Now fog bridges river and walls, as if whispering tales of old — of trade, people, and water that has shaped this place for centuries.
In that silence, we feel the spirit of the town and its deep bond with the river.
Magla nad Kupom — tišina starih kuća i šaputanje prošlosti
Magla je obavila stare kuće uz samu obalu Kupe. Neki su njihovim vratima nekada prolazili trgovački putovi, a kroz ta vrata se još do sredine 20. stoljeća utovarivalo žito na lađe i teglenice koje su plovile rijekom.
Danas tišina magle spaja rijeku i zidove, kao da im šapuće priče iz davnina — o trgovini, o ljudima i o vodi koja je tu više stoljeća.
U toj tišini osjećamo duh grada, njegove korijene i povezanost s rijekom.
Hunter's Gaze: Green Lizard in Ambush
Met a small but fierce local in the karst today. This European Green Lizard (Lacerta viridis) is peeking out from its stone "cave," patiently waiting for an unwary insect to become breakfast. I'm fascinated by its emerald color against the rough, gray stone. Even though it's small and incredibly fast, I managed to capture it in a moment of pure focus. I often wonder who caught whom – me with my lens, or him with his piercing gaze? In his eyes, I see the pure will to survive. There is hope as long as nature remains this alert! 🌱✨
Pogled predatora: Zelembać u zasjedi
Danas sam u kršu sreo jednog malog, ali opasnog stanovnika. Ovaj Zelembać (Lacerta viridis) viri iz svoje kamene "spilje", strpljivo čekajući da mu neki neoprezni insekt postane doručak. Fascinira me ta njegova smaragdna boja nasuprot grubom, sivom kamenu. Iako je malen i nevjerojatno brz, uspio sam ga uhvatiti u trenutku potpune koncentracije. Često se pitam tko je koga ovdje zapravo ulovio – ja njega objektivom ili on mene svojim prodornim pogledom? U njegovim očima vidim čistu volju za preživljavanjem. Ima nade dok god je priroda ovako budna! 🌱✨
Whispers on the Wall
Some views never lose their magic. Layers of the coastline, calm waters, a boat in the harbor, and distant mountain peaks create a timeless backdrop for quiet conversations. Peaceful moments on the harbor wall in Šilo as summer unfolds.
Šaputanja na zidiću
Neki kadrovi nikada ne gube svoju čar. Slojevi krčke obale, mirno more, brod u luci i impresivni planinski masivi u pozadini čine savršenu kulisu za tihe razgovore na kraju dana. Trenuci opuštanja na zidiću u Šilu dok ljeto polako piše svoje priče.
Golden Pearls of Spring
Some call it Lesser Celandine, some call it a golden messenger, but to me, it was pure gold in the grass this morning. This Ficaria verna is more than just a herald of spring; it’s a tiny reservoir of life, adorned with thousands of tiny dewdrops held like its greatest treasure. As the world slowly awakens, I paused beside it with my 85mm macro lens, trying to capture that incredible play of light and water. Proof that beauty doesn't have to be grand to be magnificent. Captured in the stillness of Karlovac meadows, while Srećko patiently waits for his turn to walk.
Zlatni biseri proljeća
Neki je zovu mala kukavičica, neki zlatica, a meni je ona jutros bila čisto zlato u travi. Ova Ficaria verna nije samo vjesnik proljeća, ona je pravi mali rezervoar života, prekrivena tisućama sitnih kapi rose koje čuva kao svoje najveće blago. Dok se svijet polako budi, ja sam zastao uz nju sa svojim 85mm makro objektivom, pokušavajući uloviti tu nevjerojatnu igru svjetla i vode. Dokaz da ljepota ne mora biti velika da bi bila veličanstvena. Snimljeno u miru karlovačkih livada, dok Srećko strpljivo čeka svoj red za šetnju.
or: southern green stink bug (milkweed bug)
Nezara viridula,
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Story:
Arthur was a kid named this insect. I gave him this name (:
I was a teenage
In winter, it flew around the lamp, I did not see daylight.
I did not let that parents take hold, hurt...(:
I'm not a child now, but Arthur is Arthur left.
This Arthur accidentally got into the fridge in a nylon bag.
He spent three days there. (: I did not know about it!
I put Arthur on the balcony of a cactus.
Arthur recovered for 5-6 days and then left me with a beautiful sunny day.
Gyerek koromban Artúrnak neveztem ezt a rovart. Én adtam neki ezt a nevet.(:
Télen a lámpa körül repült, nappal nem láttam.
Nem engedtem, hogy szüleim megfogják.
Már nem vagyok gyerek, de Artúr az Artúr maradt.
Ez az Artúr véletlenül bekerült a hűtőszekrénybe egy nejlon zacskóban.
3 napot töltött ott. (: Nem tudtam róla!
Kitettem Artúrt az erkélyre egy kaktuszra.
5-6 napig regenerálódott Artúr, majd egy szép napos napon elhagyott engem.
((((((: ((((((:
With the Wind in Her Sails
A small sailboat follows its own course, between the island and the vast horizon. The sea is only the beginning, and there are no signposts ahead. As long as there is wind in her sails, there is always another path to follow.
S vjetrom u jedrima
Mala jedrilica plovi svojim putem, između otoka i velikog horizonta. More je samo početak, a pred njom nema putokaza. Dok god ima vjetra u jedrima, uvijek postoji neki novi put.
Morning Hymn to Love
Some days begin with a song. I captured this beautiful Barn Swallow (Hirundo rustica) at the very top of a tree, right at the moment when, beak wide open, it was calling its love. In this endless expanse of morning blue, its song is a reminder of the beauty of return and the power of connection. This is Šilo waking up to nature's most beautiful melodies.
Jutarnja himna ljubavi
Neki dani počinju s pjesmom. Ulovio sam ovu prekrasnu lastavicu (Hirundo rustica) na samom vrhu stabla, točno u trenutku kad je, širom otvorenog kljuna, zvala svoju ljubav. U ovom beskrajnom prostranstvu jutarnjeg plavetnila, njezina pjesma je podsjetnik na ljepotu povratka i snagu povezanosti. Ovo je Šilo koje se budi uz najljepše melodije prirode.
Šetao sam ulicom kad me nenadano obuzeo val sjećanja.
Neki poznat miris u zraku, nota koju nosi samo kasno proljeće...
I onda – ruža.
Stajala je tiho, u sjeni, ali s dostojanstvom kao da pripada nekom davnom vrtu.
Mom vrtu. Vrtu moje majke.
U toj jednoj ruži prepoznao sam nju — kako se sagnuta nad cvijetove smije, kako razgovara s biljkama, kako se ponosi svakim izdankom.
Sjećam se da su susjedi zastajali pred našom kapijom i divili se ljepoti koju je stvorila vlastitim rukama.
Danas, stotinama kilometara dalje, samo miris nosi njen trag.
A meni srce ispunjeno – suzama i radošću.
Zato ova ruža nije samo cvijet. Ona je uspomena.
Majko, hvala ti za svaki miris koji me i dalje vodi kući.
A Meadow Encounter
As nature slowly opens its eyes, some encounters happen all on their own. A violet and a daisy, each beautiful in its own right, sharing the same patch of soil and the same ray of sun. One humble and close to the ground, the other proudly facing the sky—together they form the most beautiful carpet spring can weave. Captured handheld, while Srećko patiently waits for me to document this quiet conversation in nature's stillness.
Susret u travi
Dok priroda polako otvara oči, neki se susreti dogode sami od sebe. Ljubičica i tratinčica, svaka lijepa na svoj način, podijelile su isti komadić zemlje i isti zrak sunca. Jedna skromna i pri zemlji, druga ponosno okrenuta nebu – zajedno čine najljepši tepih koji proljeće može istkati. Snimljeno onako, iz ruke, dok Srećko strpljivo čeka da zabilježim ovaj mali razgovor u tišini prirode.
Kos – crni pjevač zlatnog kljuna 🎶
Ovaj elegantni stanovnik naših vrtova i šuma oduševljava svojim melodičnim pjevom, a neki čak i pjevaju noću, pod gradskim svjetlima! Svaki kos ima svoju pjesmu, a mužjaci su poznati kao pravi džentlmeni u svijetu ptica. 🐦✨
🇬🇧 English:
Blackbird – the golden-beaked singer 🎶
This elegant resident of our gardens and forests enchants us with his melodic song – some even sing at night under city lights! Every blackbird has its own tune, and the males are true gentlemen of the bird world. 🐦✨
🇫🇷 Français :
Merle noir – le chanteur au bec doré 🎶
Ce résident élégant de nos jardins et forêts nous charme avec son chant mélodieux – certains chantent même la nuit sous les lumières de la ville ! Chaque merle a sa propre mélodie, et les mâles sont de vrais gentlemen du monde des oiseaux. 🐦✨
🇩🇪 Deutsch:
Amsel – der Sänger mit dem goldenen Schnabel 🎶
Dieser elegante Bewohner unserer Gärten und Wälder begeistert mit seinem melodischen Gesang – manche singen sogar nachts unter dem Licht der Stadt! Jede Amsel hat ihre eigene Melodie, und die Männchen gelten als wahre Gentlemen der Vogelwelt. 🐦✨
🇪🇸 Español:
Mirlo – el cantante de pico dorado 🎶
Este elegante habitante de nuestros jardines y bosques nos deleita con su canto melódico – ¡algunos incluso cantan de noche bajo las luces de la ciudad! Cada mirlo tiene su propia canción, y los machos son verdaderos caballeros del mundo de las aves. 🐦✨
🇮🇹 Italiano:
Merlo – il cantante dal becco dorato 🎶
Questo elegante abitante dei nostri giardini e boschi ci incanta con il suo canto melodioso – alcuni cantano persino di notte sotto le luci della città! Ogni merlo ha la sua melodia, e i maschi sono veri gentiluomini del mondo degli uccelli. 🐦✨
Defiance in Red
Some days teach us humility, some tenderness. I captured this wild poppy under massive karst cliffs, fighting the wind. May is painted with their color, and this photo says it all. It's an escape into freedom, seeking peace where gentle large petals meet the hard stone of a windy bay. This is that true "Laganini" moment—being just a spectator in the theatre of eternity while the bura wind sleeps and the mountains have our back, just as with these gentle poppies. Šilo is the perfect place for such contemplation. 🎨️️
Prkos u crvenom
Neki dani nas uče skromnosti, a neki nježnosti. Ulovio sam ovaj divlji mak podno masivnog krša, kako se bori s vjetrom. Svibanj je oslikan njihovom bojom, a ova fotografija govori sve. To je bijeg u slobodu, traženje mira tamo gdje se susreću nježna velika latica i tvrdi kamen vjetrovite uvale. To je onaj pravi "Laganini" trenutak—biti samo gledatelj u kazalištu vječnosti dok bura spava, a planine nam čuvaju leđa, baš kao i ovim nježnim makovima. Šilo je savršeno mjesto za takvo promišljanje. 🎨️️
Stillness Over the Mrežnica
The river was calm, almost shy, reflecting the house and the weeping willow as if holding their memory for a moment longer. Just a touch of snow softens the scene — a quiet winter whisper that turns everyday life into a frame worth keeping.
Sometimes it's enough to stop, take a breath, and let the water tell its story — simple, peaceful, timeless.
Mir nad Mrežnica
Jutro na rijeci Dobri uvijek ima neki svoj tajni ritam. Ovaj mali ruralni kutak, kuća uz obalu i žalosna vrba nagnuta nad vodom, djeluju kao prizor iz uspomena — tih, jednostavan, nepretenciozan. Snijeg je pao tek toliko da zagladi rubove, kao da je netko preko krajolika posuo prstohvat šećera u prahu.
Ponekad je dovoljno stati, udahnuti i pustiti vodu da ispriča svoju priču - jednostavnu, mirnu, bezvremensku.
The Warrior After the Storm
Some days are a struggle, some are for seeking peace. I captured this Large Tortoiseshell butterfly (Nymphalis polychloros) resting on the sun-drenched bark of a tree, surrounded by fresh ivy. Her battle-worn wings tell a quiet story of the struggle against our local 'bura' wind. Every imperfection is proof of survival. It's fascinating how even wounded beauty finds its moment of "Laganini" peace.
Ratnica nakon bure
Neki dani su borba, a neki su za traženje mira. Ulovio sam ovu Veliku koprivnjakinju (Nymphalis polychloros) kako se odmara na suncem okupanoj kori stabla, okružena svježim bršljanima. Njezina oštećena krila pričaju tihu priču o borbi s našom burom. Svaka nesavršenost je dokaz preživljavanja. Fascinantno je kako i ranjena ljepota pronalazi svoj trenutak "Laganini" mira.
Photo taken with:
Fujifilm X-H1 + Tokina AT-X SD 100 - 300 mm 1:4 (Vintage)
1/75 sec at f/4 ; ISO 4000
Ennek a képnek az a története, hogy a négy és fél éves unokám rajong a távvezetékekért.
Feladatúl adta, hogy minél több képet csináljak neki erről a támáról.
Van egy régi - új objektívem (Tokina AT-X SD 100 - 300 mm f=1:4 (Vintage -1986)) ami már három hónapja megvan és még nem volt alkalmam kipróbálni. Ma is esett az eső, de estefelé elállt, s nagyon szép meleg fények voltak. Kaptam a gépem, s az említett objektívet, s ilyen kép sikeredett belőle. Sajnos már erősen sötétedett, s mivel kézből exponáltam, magas ISO értéket kellett használnom, de a H1 IBIS-e jól működött.
Örül majd Zalánka nagyon ha meglátja.
The story of this picture is that my four-and-a-half-year-old grandson is passionate about power lines.
He gave me an assignment to take as many pictures of this support as possible for him.
I have an old - new lens (Tokina AT-X SD 100 - 300mm f = 1: 4 (Vintage -1986)) that I have had for three months and I haven't had a chance to try yet. It was still raining today, but it stopped in the evening and there were very nice warm lights. I got my machine and the said lens, and such a picture succeeded from it. Unfortunately, it was already getting very dark, and since I was exposing it by hand, I had to use a high ISO value, but the HIS IBIS worked well.
Zalán will be very happy to see you.
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Ples pčele na žutom cvijetu
U šarenilu kasnog ljeta, dok su neki cvjetovi već uveli, novi još tek čekaju svoj trenutak, jedan žuti cvijet postaje pozornica života. Na njemu pčela neumorno skuplja nektar, spajajući ljepotu i svrhu. Svaka latica priča priču o upornosti, svaka linija u prirodi ima svoj smisao.
Bee’s Dance on the Yellow Blossom
In the colors of late summer, while some flowers have already faded and others still wait for their time, a single yellow bloom becomes a stage of life. A bee tirelessly gathers nectar, uniting beauty and purpose. Each petal tells a story of resilience, every line in nature has its meaning.
He want to be beautiful!!Lol!
He is in our Balaton, in our beautiful lake...
Szép akar lenni ez a mi balatoni hattyúnk...Jó neki! (Hűs a víz).
gazanija (gazania) ona ima kožaste, remenaste listove duljine oko 20 centimetara koji su, zavisno i od boje cvijeta na nekim biljkama nazubljeni, na nekima potpuno sivi, a neki su s gornje strane tamnozeleni a odozdola sivi. Prekriveni su veoma tankim slojem dlačica, cvjetovi poput margareta, mogu biti jednobojni (žuti, narančasti, ružičasti, ljubičasti), prugasti ili s tamnim prstenom u sredini cvijeta. Zanimljivo je da se u sumrak ili kad je oblačno vrijeme cvijet zatvori.potjeće iz Južne Afrike
Witness of times gone by
Once upon a time, Šilo lived to a different rhythm.
Before summer crowds filled the coastline, life here was built around the sea, fishing, work and the small harbour. Boats came and left, fishermen worked from the shore, sand was transported from nearby sites, and the ferry connection with Crikvenica brought movement and connection with the mainland.
The noise of those days was not the noise of tourism. It was the sound of everyday life – boat engines, conversations on the waterfront, arrivals and departures, the pulse of a small working fishing community.
Today Šilo is a peaceful tourist destination, and the old harbour bustle has been replaced by the summer rhythm of visitors.
But some witnesses remain.
This old iron mooring post, now overgrown with grass and almost forgotten, still stands where it has always been. It no longer holds ships, but it still holds memories of a time when the harbour had a different purpose.
A piece of iron, carrying an entire story.
Svjedok prošlih vremena
Nekada je Šilo živjelo drugačijim ritmom.
Prije nego što su ljetne gužve ispunile obalu, ovdje se živjelo od mora, ribarstva i rada. Iz luke su odlazile barke, dolazili ribari, prevozio se pijesak iz obližnjih nalazišta, a trajektna veza s Crikvenicom donosila je živost i povezanost s kopnom.
Tadašnji šušur nije bio turistički. Bio je to šušur svakodnevice – zvuk motora brodova, razgovori ljudi na rivi, dolasci i odlasci, život malog radničkog i ribarskog mjesta.
Danas je Šilo postalo mirno turističko mjesto, a nekadašnju buku luke zamijenila je ljetna vreva gostiju.
Ali neki svjedoci još ostaju.
Ova stara bitva, zarasla u travu i gotovo zaboravljena, još uvijek stoji na svom mjestu. Ne drži više brodove, ali čuva uspomenu na vrijeme kada je luka imala drugačiju ulogu.
Komad željeza, a cijela jedna priča.
Night Jet Blues: Somewhere between Celje and Maribor
A night selfie from the train compartment as the "Night Jet" speeds through the Slovenian landscapes toward Stuttgart. It's pure drama on the rails – the camera is bouncing on my bags, keeping time with the rhythm of the tracks because the tripod didn't make the cut for this trip.
The Canon R7 and RF 16mm are doing their best to capture the mood of the night. It's a time for simple distractions, scrolling through the internet while the steady "clack-clack" of the wheels slowly pulls my eyelids down. Somewhere on the line between Celje and Maribor, there's still a long way to go until morning. But the excitement is building – my family is waiting impatiently in Germany, and I know they won't be sleeping much tonight either.
I might not be much of a professional model, but this is me, caught in the blue light of a night journey. Sometimes the journey itself is the most beautiful story.
Canon R7 + RF 16mm.
Night Jet Blues: Negdje između Celja i Maribora
Jedan selfie iz kupea dok 'Night Jet' juri prostranstvima Slovenije prema Njemačkoj u noći. Drama se sve, aparat na torbama poskakuje u ritmu noćnog bluesa tračnica i kotača jer nisam uzeo stalak. Canon R7 i Canon RF 16mm f/2.8. Razbibriga tijekom noći, švrljanje internetom na mobitelu dok put polako skalpa oči. Negdje na pruzi između Celja i Maribora, puta još ima do jutra a onda veselje, familija već nestrpljivo očekuje, ni oni neće na miru spavati. Što ćete, model nisam baš neki ali što ću takav sam kakav sam 😉.
* The other day, the river Drina had an extraordinary color, it was blurred, it was brown . Also, low water level has allowed me to get down deep into the riverbed.
Then I photographed the reflection of the bridge and its surroundings in the river. And, after that is simply reversed 180 degrees and got this little surreal photo . :)
Enjoy and have a nice day .
* Prije neki dan , rijeka Drina je imala vanrednu boju , bila je zamucena , bila je braon boje . Takodje , nizak vodostaj je omogucio da sidjem duboko u korito .
Potom , fotografisao sam odraz mosta i okoline u rijeci . A , nakon toga je jednostavno obrnuo za 180 stepeni i dobio ovu pomalo nadrealnu fotografiju . :)
Uzivajte i prijatan dan . —
Hetek óta ködös, párás az idő.
Ma délben végre kisütött a nap, de épp úton voltam, s csak rövid időre tudtam megállni s lőttem ezt a képet.
Nagyon megörültem neki.
The weather has been foggy and humid for weeks.
The sun finally shone at noon today, but I was on my way and I could only stop for a short time and shoot this picture.
I was very happy for him.
Photo taken with:
Fujifilm XH1 + XF16-55mm F2.8
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Ja sad jedva mogu znati da imadoh san,
I u njemu oci neke, nebo necije,
Neko lice, ne znam kakvo, mozda decije,
Staru pesmu, stare zvezde, neki stari dan.
Ja sad jedva mogu znati da imadoh san.
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Vladislav Petkovic - DIS
Stellt euch vor, es ist endlich geschafft! Viele von euch hatten Anteil am Schicksal von Shogufa (links) genommen, der es gelungen war, mit ihren Bergsteiger-Freundinnen Saeeda und Neki Kabul zu verlassen. 10 lange lange Wochen haben sie in einem Flüchtlings-Camp in Abu-Dhabi verbracht, bis sie gestern endlich ein deutsches Visum erhielten! Nun sind die Flüge gebucht, am Sonntag kommen sie in Frankfurt an und sind sooo glücklich!
Natürlich kann ein erwachsener Mensch mal zehn Wochen in Ungewissheit verbringen, wie es weitergeht.
Mit von der Partie ist aber auch Shogufas kleine Schwester (im blauen Kleid). Das autistische Mädchen hängte sich an die große Schwester und wurde auf der Flucht von den Eltern getrennt, die es nicht in den Flughafen geschafft haben und in Kabul zurückgeblieben sind. Das Kind verstand die Welt nicht mehr und fiel vollends in kleinkindhaftes Verhalten zurück - ein Alptraum für Shogufa, plötzlich war sie allein unter unglücklichen Umständen für die Schwester verantwortlich. Sie hat sich rührend gekümmert (wir konnten zum Glück per Amazon wenigsten Knabberkram, Spiel- und Malzeug schicken), aber ist am Ende ihrer Kräfte. Hoffentlich gelingt es uns, sie bald zu entlasten! Ich bin ja leider noch in den USA, aber der Freundeskreis in Berlin wird einspringen.
Sollten sie allerdings einem anderen Bundesland zugewiesen werden, wird es schwierig...
Aber jetzt freuen wir uns erst mal, dass es vorangeht!
Prije deset godina prizor je izgledao drugačije, sad je manje ljudi, neki su s maskama, ukrasi na bijloj zgradi i vrh katedrale nedostaju nakon potresa prije tri mjeseca, tramvajska pruga se popravlja...
Ten years ago there was a different scenery, now there are less people, some of them wearing mask, decoration on the white building and upper part of bell towers on the Cathedral are missing after the earthquake, that was three months ago, the tram rail is under reconstruction...
Evo jedna tzv. life - zivotna fotka . Dugo je stajala u prasnjavim folderima i naidjoh na nju neki dan .
Ima onih ljudi koji su po necemu vrlo prepoznatljivi u gradu , kojima ne znate ime a srecete ih svaki dan . Tako i ovaj starac , tu je stalno , kada se krene na pijacu na njega se mora naici .
Godinama vec sjedi na istom mjestu i bori se , prodaje drske za sjekire . On ih sam pravi .
Sanja nadam se , neke bolje snove , daleko od surovog zivota , kome smo svi izlozeni .
* Here's one life photo. It was standing long time in the dusty folders and I run on her few days ago .
There are those people who are very recognizable by something in the city , you see them every day , but you don t know their name . So , exactly with this old man , he is always here , when you go to the market you must see him , because it s his place , right here , on the street .
For couple of years he is sitting at the same place and fight, selling handles for axes. He makes them by his own hands
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He s dreaming , I guess , a better life , far from this cruel reality , which we are all exposed .
Obratiti pažnju na tablu Svetozarevo(!) :))
Da je još samo uleteo neki fića doživljaj bi bio potpun - Kragujevac, SFRJ, sedamdesete :))
paprena mliječnica (lactarius piperatus ) je vrsta jestiva gljiva kuhana ili pečena, ali neki je autori smatraju ne jestivom, iz porodice (russulaceae)..... Opisi i fotografije nisu dovoljni za sigurnu determinaciju gljiva već služe samo kao informacija, ako ste neuki u traženju gljiva, ne upuštajte se u samostalno branje gljiva moja preporuka, glivom možeš pogriješiti jednom..., kao miner.... ili ima ona "svaka je gljiva jestiva, neka samo jedamput"!!!! www.flickr.com/photos/mdunisk/albums/72157686589457670
Prije tri godine bio je na istom uglu oko 3 m visok zid ukrašen lijepim muralom. Nedavno ga je zamijenila nova zgrada. Bilo bi lijepo kad bi isti umjetnik na jednak način ukrasio neki od zidova nove zgrade...
Three years ago on the same corner it was a wall, about 3 m high, decorated with nice mural. Recently it was replaced by new building. It would be nice if the same artist could decorate one of the walls of new building in the same way...
313/365
Ma Rékával találkoztam. Jót beszélgettünk, ismét. Köszi neki. Legközelebb már a beígért cofee sem fog elmaradni semmiképp. ;)
Canon EOS 60D + Canon EF 85mm f1.8 USM + @ iso400 f1.8 1/80s
Čudan je ovaj svet u meni
kad sve požuti i porumeni
Van mene dosta boja živi...
Van mene katkad svet i posivi,
ili se smrači i naoblači.
Dobro je zato što postoje
i ove moje lepše boje.
I neki osmeh sunčan i plah.
I vetar nečujan kao dah.
Pa sve kad trne
i sve kad svene,
kad tmurno izgleda svet oko mene,
u meni živi sto vatrometa
nekakvog šarenijeg i lepšeg sveta.
M. Antic