Dr. Filomena

Just a pic I took while waiting for Mattie and Dilys at Prešernov trg, fiddling with the menues of my camera.

edit 18 JUL 2007:
The photo is of Peter Božič. Some information may be found here.

Why if it isn’t Jack the Cricket of Komna!

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…and his cousin James.
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Oh look, there is their friend Mickey the discreet insect inside the Turkish Lily!

Here come my first few shots with my new toy.

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A little souvenir from Moscow :

My cat-friendly balcony plant

I have much to learn, but this is FUN!

She’s here! After roughly 20 years of dreaming about my very own SLR, she’s here. Her name is Nikon D40 and I adopted her from Hannes at Knauserershop in Austria. If anyone is looking to buy, I warmly recommend Hannes as not only the price was the best I could find, but the communication has been exceptional as well. My friends (Adriaan? ) know what this means to me… and I suspect some bloggers do, as well. Right, bubašvabe? 🙂

My heart jumped for joy when I emptied my mailbox (yep, the non-electronic ones do actually still exist) yesterday evening and found the note of a box waiting for me. This morning I picked up my “Nikki” on the way to work, ripped the box open and let the batteries fill up under my desk while I was busy in meetings, property viewings, traditional Friday lunch with Sabina and writing up a description of our latest investment project in the Caribbean. Perfect timing as the battery filled up just by the time I was ready to leave the office.

Here is Nikki’s very first photo:

My grandmother Kristina @ 86

I had fun quickly assembling the camera and taking the first few shots and can’t wait to get a chance to really test her and start playing with filters etc. Photography, here I come! 🙂

On a different note, seeing as I’ve heard my grandmother’s stories over and over (and over) over the years, it’s shocking that she still manages to find one I haven’t known. She is a very interesting lady. Worked in Ljubljana’s “rižarna” (rice plant) during WW II as a bookkeeper (she kept the real books for the boss, not the ones submitted to the tax officials… some things never change, huh) and supported the resistance fighters throughout the war by helping supply them with rice, knitting socks, gloves and ear muffs and the likes. What I just learned today while taking these shots is that she had also typed up the hand-written diary of Pavla Leban, the nurse in the famous Franja Partisan Hospital.

Brskam in brskam po računalniku, še vedno v pričakovanju novega fotoaparata. Jonas, skoten poleti 2004, je bil (pazi – izbruh neskromnosti) eden izmed najlepših perzijskih muckov, kar jih je kdaj ugledalo svet v Sloveniji. Na žalost je imel manjšo napako. Od določenih dveh zadevic je imel samo eno. Tako je namesto seksi perzijskih deklet spoznal Žigo, malega moža s posebnimi potrebami. Zgodila se je ljubezen na prvi pogled in interakcija med njima je bila resnično ganljiva. Sčasoma pa je deček razvil alergijo in kljub zlomljenim srcom ni šlo drugače, kot da se je Jonas preselil. Zdaj živi pri super družini na Krasu.

Tri tedne stari Jonas

Pettedenski mačkonček

Jonas pri treh mesecih

Jonas in Žiga

Jonasov 1. rojstni dan

Če mi kdo namigne, kako se s HTMLjem vključi avi datoteko, dobite pa še mini filmček Jonasa z bratcem Idaredom 😉

EDIT – 25/06/07

Po tem, ko sem si snela stiskalnico avijev, ki mi je 30 mega monstrum skrčila na 2 mega in se registrirala na YouTube, prilagam en mini posnetek za hec. Tu sta Jonas in Idared.

…jih objavim še nekaj? 🙂 opisi sledijo…

Na Rdečem trgu. Dedek Mraz? 🙂

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Katedrala sv. Vasilija Blaženega

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Borš in kvas pri Matroški

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Carski top

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Fabergejeva mojstrovina

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Obleka Katarine velike

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Vojščak

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Vernisaž

Ob zadnjem obiskom Moskve decembra 2006 me je med potepanjem po mestu zaneslo tudi v manj opazen muzej v bližini Rdečega trga, “Novo manežo”. V zanimivi zgradbi je bila postavljena obsežna razstava ob pomembni obletnici.

Bolj kot se stvari spreminjajo, bolj ostajajo enake, eh?

Žal fotoaparata nisem imela s seboj, vseeno pa sem napravila nekaj posnetkov s telefončkom:

Kako pomagaš fronti?

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Zelo zanimivo… preberite sami (klik poveča slikico)

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Kaj je fašizem

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Zgodovina se bo ponovila

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Striček Sam a.k.a. rodna mati Rusija

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Vsak dan bolj nestrpno pričakujem novi fotoaparat. Moj šestletni se je upehal že davno tega, vseeno pa je bil z menoj že marsikje. Malo sem prebrskala računalnik in našla nekaj fotografij, ki bi bile sicer lahko bistveno lepše, če bi se prej odločila za novo mašinco (ali pa šla na tečaj fotografije?), ampak kljub temu, da niso konkurenčne bubašvabinim, obujajo lepe spomine.

Key West, na primer, je bil nekaj res posebnega. Ne Karibi, ne Amerika. Original. The Conch Republic!

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