Lazy Sunday, pretty day, no tourists.
When river Cijevna dried out during last summer, it revealed secrets. Right below the waterfall lies a cave, craving to suck in time and space, so we descended…
Compressed in a very tight can, the dog was happy and the gasket fell from the door… so we parted on our journey.
The smell of wet ground and thick humid air.
Some sharp edges, a horse seat and the purity of a proper digital camera sensor.
Sounds that make perfect silence. Life and healing.
It’s sleeping and waiting for the white to fade.