In The Moment Between

'He salutes and walks away.
Heading for a table at an outdoor café.
Where he can take off his cap, run his fingers
through his hair. Hear laughter and voices.
The heavy clink of silverware. The ringing
of glasses. Sun on the windows.
Sun on the sidewalk and in the leaves.
Sun finding its way onto his table. His glass. His hands.'
Raymond Carver

Taken during one beautiful evening in Florence. With soft glow in the air and in my heart too.

The World Keeps Turning

'Who knows where the sidewalk ends
Well, the road will turn and the road will bend...'

Taken in the streets of Florence.

 

At the lake

'I learned not to fear infinity,
The far field, the windy cliffs of forever,
The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,
The wheel turning away from itself,
The sprawl of the wave,
The on-coming water'  

Theodore Roethke            

Prenj Mountain

'Once more I'm arrested with the beauty of this place.'

 





































Taken on a thirteen hours long hiking tour accross the Prenj, that gorgeous and breathtaking Bosnian
mountain. To start writing about would be a high risk of ending unbearable lyric and emotional.
But this silent and divine beauty mountain is not far from that. With a very narrow angle lense
I couldn't catch everything I wanted (pretty much all). So I substituted narrow angle lense 
with a large amount of photos (this should be an excuse,-)).