If there’s any kind of magic in this world…

it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know it’s almost impossible to succeed… but who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt. – Before Sunrise Quotes

Ljubljana
Ljubljana
Ljubljana
Ljubljana
Ljubljana
Ljubljana
Ljubljana
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The Old Way

Lately, I have a little lack of motivation. So I had to try something new/old. After a long time I took in hands my old camera, which I received as a gift a few years ago, the Fujica ST705w and the classic Kodak bw400cn (35mm Roll Film, 36 Exposures). What a feeling when you smell a film and load it in the camera. Since you have only 36 shots, you’re thinking a little differently when and how you will press the shutter release button.

And then you waiting … you do not know what you’ve done, or the image is in focus, or the lighting is right. And finally you get a developed negative film… what a joy. I still remember how it used to be when you developed a negative film after traveling and then that waiting. Yes I’m old almost like my Fujica.

Ljubljana, 
Fujica ST705w, 
Kodak bw400cn

Ljubljana, 
Fujica ST705w, 
Kodak bw400cn

Ljubljana, 
Fujica ST705w, 
Kodak bw400cn

Ljubljana, 
Fujica ST705w, 
Kodak bw400cn

Ljubljana, 
Fujica ST705w, 
Kodak bw400cn

Ljubljana, 
Fujica ST705w, 
Kodak bw400cn

Ljubljana, 
Fujica ST705w, 
Kodak bw400cn

Ljubljana, 
Fujica ST705w, 
Kodak bw400cn

Ljubljana, 
Fujica ST705w, 
Kodak bw400cn

Memory…

… is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past. – Before Sunset Quotes

Paris Flea Market
Paris Flea Market
Quai d’Anjou
Rue du Pont Louis-Philippe
Quai d’Anjou
Trocadéro Gardens

Dilemma

I sit in front of my computer and watch photos … what should I post this time? Ljubljana? Vienna? Paris? Warsaw?
I have a lot of problems with these posts. I post photos on Instagram, where I have two accounts; Facebook also has two accounts, WordPress … and sometimes I’m lost. I do not know where I posted something … stupid me.
Do you also have such problems?

And now also a brand new WordPress editor… I’m lost.

Dave in Warsaw
View from my hotel Ibis Warszawa Stare Miasto
Warsaw Barbican
Mamaison Hotel Le Regina Warsaw
Warsaw Barbican
Mostowa
Warsaw Barbican
Nowomiejska

LOVE

I noticed this sign in the window… but I already knew that. Paris is love or I’m in love with Paris.

You know, I think that book that I wrote, in a way, was like building something. So that I wouldn’t forget the… details of the time that we spent together. You know, like just a reminder that… that once we really did meet! You know, that this was real! That this happened! – Before Sunset Quotes

And something similar is with my photos, I would not like to forget … I don’t know how to write books or blog, but I can take photos at least I think so.

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3 Rue de Normandie

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Lamarck – Caulaincourt

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Saint-Paul

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Rue des Rosiers

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Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris

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Park Square Jean XXIII

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Cathédrale Notre-Dame de Paris

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Pont Neuf

I walked across

… an empty land.

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view from ibis Warszawa Stare Miasto

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Kamienne Schodki

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plac Zamkowy

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plac Zamkowy

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Warsaw

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Cmentarz Żydowski

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Cmentarz Żydowski

I knew the pathway

… like the back of my hand

I felt the earth beneath my feet…

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Jardin du Palais Royal

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Boulevard de Grenelle

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Rue du Chevalier de la Barre

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Rue Norvins

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Rue Aubriot

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Cour du Commerce Saint André

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Rue mur street art

You expected…

…to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason. ― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast