Želja po beleženju A documenting drive

Danes je krasen deževen dan, tak, ki pritiče lenobni nedelji. Zelo smo ga potrebovali, dež, najprej zemljica.

Tako kot sem sama potrebovala odklop od bloga. Nobenega posebnega razloga, zelo spontano. Preprosto nisem imela potrebne volje, ob tem ne čutila nikakršne skrbi, žalosti ali nelagodnosti, zato sem se temu kar prepustila, ker, ko se moja duša odloči počivati in se želijo moji možgani nastaviti na nekakšen »samo bodi« občutek, me preplavi neka taka posebna, redko prisotna sapica nagajive svobode privoščiti si ne podleči navdihu, oziroma bolje, ne začutiti želje z zabeleženjem povzdigniti ga na neko drugo stopnjo.

Dokaj neopisljiv občutek, pravzaprav, v resnici zelo prijeten, vsaj ker vem, da je, tako kot jih je bilo že mnogo pred njim, samo prehoden, in je pravzaprav posledica tistega, kar sem si rekla, ko sem začela pisati blog: nikoli na silo, vsi prispevki morajo biti nenarejeni, torej ustvarjeni s strastjo, tako ali drugačno. S tisto začinjeno željo po zabeleženju.

Za danes objavljam en star posnetek mene, ko fotografiram z enim od dobrih starih aparatov na film (v bistvu prvim mojim uradnim, Nikonom F60), ki ga je napravil Miro pred mnooogo leti v Piranu na novega leta dan. Ja, vem, grozna barva oblačila, no, vsaj moja omiljena barva ni, ampak zeblo me je in sem vzela podlogo Mirove jadralske jakne, veste, koga briga barva, ko si zaljubljen! :)

Še nekaj: danes mi je oči pokazal mojo tako-je-rekel prvo fotografijo (vse sorte moje-prve-fotografije sem že videla, ob katerih smo se smejali, te še nikoli). Ko jo dobim, jo pokažem. Ali pa morda ne. :)

It’s a lovely rainy day today, very suitable for a lazy Sunday. It was so needed, the rain, after long period of unbearably hot days.

Just like I needed a time off my blog. No special reason, very spontaneous, just had no proper will that is necessary to do it, felt no worry, sadness or discomfort about it and I decided to leave it that way, because when my soul decides to rest and my brain set to some kind of pleasant “just be” I feel that special naughty freedom of being indifferent to any inspiration, or better said, have no desire to elevate it to another level by documenting it.

Quite indescribable feeling, actually, very pleasant, really, since I know it’s just a transitional period like all the others were so far, and also something that I had said to myself when I started this blog: never force it, all posts must come smoothly and have to be created with one sort of passion. With that spicy documenting drive.

So I leave you today with an old photo of me capturing moments with one of the good old film cameras (first one officially mine in fact, Nikon F60) taken by Miro in Piran on a New Year’s Day many many years ago. Yes, I know, awful cloth colour, well, at least not my colour, but I was cold and I took the under layer of Miro’s sailing jacket, you see, who cares about the colour when you’re in love! :)

One thing more: today my dad showed me my he-said first photograph (I’ve already seen all sorts of my-first-photographs at which we laughed about, but never this one). When I get it I will show you. Or maybe not. :)