My dear friends and you, occasional visitors, that might’ve wondered here lost and with no aim, I have a confession to make.
I’ve sinned...
All in Project "52"
IN MY EYES, IN MY NAME – project “52”
The wise people were blind.
I can still see.
THE PUB AT THE FREIGHT STATION – project “52”
The days at the freight station had no beginning and never ended. The shifts and movements were simple – “arriving” and “leaving”.
INTERNATIONAL PHOTOGRAPHY AWARDS – THREE YEARS IN A ROW WINNING ENTRIES
As today I was crying over my badly crashed MacBook, marking quietly the 87th birthday my Dad would've have, I received a press release from the International Photography Awards competition (IPA), Los Angeles...
CHAMPAGNE, CASHMERE COAT AND CHOO (JIMMY CHOO) – project “52”
He wasn't making much effort to undress her – the cashmere coat slipped down swiftly on its own. "Whoosh", the silky lining made a whooshy whisper as it dropped on the floor.
NECTARINE BLOSSOMS, OLD MONK AND SPRING MORNING – project “52”
A young male nightingale settled in between the fragrant branches of the blossoming nectarine. He was not going to stop singing till finds his female match.
BURNING COALS AND ROASTED CHESTNUTS – project “52”
They called her Lolliphabai for “red apple” in Romani. But the only red she had were her plump lips. Her hair was char-black and wavy; her eyes were deep brown as the chestnuts she was roasting on the potbelly stove.
WHO FORGOT ODILE – project “52”
The tables were getting ready and butlers were overseeing the correct placing of plates, glassware and cutlery as the ball was to start soon.
ONLY ON MONDAYS – project “52”
Mondays were nonworking days.
The aged seamstress made sure that all garments were sewn, pressed and ready for her patrons before church time on Sunday...
BINCHOTAN CHARCOAL AND CALLIGRAPHY BRUSHES – project “52”
With no more time to waste, Takahiro grabbed an old sake bag kneeled down to the fireplace and filled it up with binchotan charcoals. They were just as good for keeping him warm, cooking with them or drawing, as well as keeping his water clear and pure.
RUSTING MEMORIES, KEYS AND EVEREST – project “52”
I gave you all the keys to my heart…
(strewn keys as riddle),
THE LEGEND OF THE TALKING TREE – project “52”
It was a simple tree, ordinary looking tree.
No botanist would stop and think an invisible dragon guarded it.
INDIGO WASHI, RED MAPLE LEAVES, GLASS VASE AND PINK HIMALAYAN SALT – project “52”
Autumn sun was a wicked mistress – alluring and deceiving.
PAYDAY, SAKABUKURO AND BLACK RICE – project “52”
Yoshinori San hired his young neighbour Takahiro for the season of harvesting rice – a hard worker, didn’t talk much and easy to agree on any offer.
He paid him a bag of rice.
I'LL QUIT IT ALL, BUT NOW GET ME ONE LAST SMOKE – project “52”
Arh damn ya!
For god’s sake, somebody, get me some aspirin...
BREAK OF DAWN GREEN TEA, ABACUS, OWL AND OLD HEMP MOSQUITO MESH – project “52”
Takahiro was welcoming the daybreak with peaceful sipping of green tea. It was more religious ritual to him then the religious prays he will send to his ancestors in a wake up.
SAMSON, DELILAH AND THE OTHER WOMAN – project “52”
Standing behind him, she was resting her hands on his hair and impulsively patting the long blond locks that were streaming down his shoulders. He was staring in her face through the big barber’s mirror. His pupils – so wide open, one can’t understand if he was scared, angry or excited.
HUMPTY DUMPTY SAT ON THE WALL, HUMPTY DUMPTY HAD AN… ICE CREAM – project “52”
Perched on the dry stone wall, dangling her chubby legs, Amadea was eating slowly her ice cream on a stick.
Drips of melted icy delight were turning into a pond on the mossy pavers.
Drip-drop, drip-drop...
THE DEAD MAN IS OUR FOE NO MORE – project “52"
To all fallen solders who fought from the opposite shores and trenches during the WWI
BOUQUET OF GOLD AND LOVE – project “52"
He was sitting quite numb, absorbing the news for his second child.
It was a girl.
Another girl!