Trashbus will make a stopover at Sputnik Kino Berlin in September! Look forward to photos, a reading, and a film screening. For more info go to #7.
My grandmother passed away last year on February 6th. Trying to deal with the loss when I revisited her house last summer, I looked for what is left of her presence. I found Baka Ana in her garden and in her things. Klick at the photo to have a look at the full series.
Trashbus #6 Summer is a Ghost from the Past Friday, Sept 28th, 2018 ǀ 8.00 p.m. ǀ Sputnik Kino Berlin Admission free, donations welcome! Photo exhibition: Summer is a Ghost from the Past (Renata Britvec) Film screening: Do (Not) Vacation (Renata Britvec/OV EN) Concert: Johnny Zabala (Blues/Garage/R ’n’ R) With the arrival of autumn at... Continue Reading →
I went to the theater. It's a theater of things. For more photos of this series, head over to Object Theater.
Weekly Photo Challenge: A Face in the Crowd. A different type of portrait. No matter how dark, I'd recognize my friend.
I've been working on several photo series and just uploaded the first one to my new photography site. Head over to Comprehending Patterns of Home to learn more about the project and to have a look at the photos.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Beloved. Share a photo of something that is dearly loved. Life is short, and relationships between parents and children are complicated. Those of us who are lucky enough to be loved by their mothers and fathers should try and forgive them their all-too-human fallibility.
The Riddle of the Sphinx Sphinx: "Which creature has one voice and yet becomes four-footed and two-footed and three-footed?" Oedipus: "Man—who crawls on all fours as a baby, then walks on two feet as an adult, and then uses a walking stick in old age."
This photo is part of the trashbus analog photo series "Home". In this series, I am examining what home means and where it might be. Is it a particular place? Is it connected to people? Or is it rather a feeling coming from within? All photos are taken with my Canon AE-1.
Each time I visit my family, I think: "This might be the last time we see each other." Now I am asking you: Am I morbid?
Wanderlust. Dreaming of Bosnia and Serbia. Wish the Raketa would stop by at my place, pick me up and take me some place full of adventures for the weekend.
A belated Happy New Year to you all! Some doors have been shut in your face. Others will be wide open. What's behind those doors? Secrets. Adventures. Good ones and bad ones, but adventures they are. And I say wooheee! Spend more time thinking about doors with Collins Dictionary - it pays.