Prvoaprilska šala April fool’s joke

Letošnji prvi april je tole: namreč, že samo dejstvo, da je april in namesto da bi človek šel na en takle sprehod med pomladne barve (posneto lani, na koncu marca) ali pa vsaj na takle med pomladno brenčanje (posneto lani, sredi marca), mah!, namesto tega pač gledaš snežinke skozi okno.
 
Planinsko polje je te dni kljub vsemu lépo, poplavljeno, prav tako je lépo Barje, in če je že vreme preveč posr … pokakano za kaj več kot fotografiranje iz avta ali pa te sili k motoviljenju z dežnikom v eni in aparatom v drugi roki, hja, potem se moje misli še toliko bolj osredotočijo na občudovanje pirhov. Kako zares so mi najlepši tisti stari, običajni, pobarvani s čebulnimi olupki, ob katere se je pritisnila kaka vejica.
 
Na posnetkih so zbrani pirhi z vseh vetrov, ki so se jih umetniško lotili moja mami, Mirov oči in stričeva družina.
 
This year’s April fool’s day is this: namely, even the fact that it is already April and one cannot go on one nice spring-coloured walk like this (from last year, in the end of March) or at least on a spring-humming one like this (from last year, in the middle of March), mah!, but is forced instead to watch snowflakes through a window.
 
Planinsko polje is flooded and beautiful these days though, just like Barje is and if the weather is too shi … crappy for something more than photographing through a car window or it forces you into balancing a camera in one hand and an umbrella in the other, so all my thoughts concentrate to admiring pirhi instead. I’m realizing even more how immensely I like these classic ones, coloured in onion peels, especially squeezed together with a branch or a leaf of green, like a dandelion for example.
 
In the pictures there are pirhi collected from all over, artistically touched by my mum, Miro’s dad and my uncle’s family.