Lazy Sunday, pretty day, no tourists.
Cold and hot, windy and calm, sun and clouds. Lots of humans climbing up to touch the spring. Views, and a strong draft.
Sometimes a phone is all you need.
It’s shinning after the rain. Being between cold rocks and warm sun rays. A short journey, full of piece.
A stream of water and light, in lowlight.
Until it leaves…
In his humble room.
Some flashbacks remembered through the 645 eye. Nonchalant scans makes perfect.
Old barracks of a now defunct army, decaying in Mediterranean beauty of Luštica bay.
Humidity. The No.1 essential for decay.
Arza fortress, and the enchanting views from her eyes.
Humid tunnels. Darkness in the middle of the day. A silent cold breeze.
It’s there, and it’s timeless.
Silence and some rather peculiar motion. Calmness.
Raw salt crystals. It’s eating the steel you can almost hear it.
Large aperture through the empty glasses.
Walking through the cages of steel and power.
It’s sleeping and waiting for the white to fade.