premikanje
v praproti
srnin beli rep

nošen

z vonjem lavande...

metulj

oblaki se umikajo
ena vrana
pogleda stran

vonj pokošene trave
na gramozni poti
kobilica

vršanje vetra
svetlobna lisa zdrsne
prek steze

announcement

some of you will have remembered my old blog fish eye where i used to post photos. well, i have decided to resurrect it so if anyone happens to be interested in more photos by yours truly you are welcome to visit here.

popoldanska vročina
metuljeva krila skupaj...
narazen

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ok, i don't normally do this but since i was invited a couple of weeks ago, i'm posting this one as a response to one deep breath. this week's prompt is bugs & creeping crawlies

today's catch

lunch time


poised


swingers

vrnitev domov

čivkanje se stopnjuje

pod napuščem

počasi brede
proti globlji vodi...
poletni somrak

poletni solsticij
čaplja zajadra med
žice daljnovoda

noč brez zvezd
bel molj pristane
na belem zidu

visoke trave
ob praznem kozolcu
maki

vročinski val
meduzast oblak
drsi v noč

sunek vetra
veščec se oprime
niza cvetov

na listu melise
si muha
mane nožice

pred dežjem
oddaljeni zvok
prometa

junijski mrak
kos zakliče skozi pesem
drugega kosa

cvetje lavande
pozno sonce nosi
njegov vonj

more Piran

some readers of my blog have asked where the photo for my last haiga was taken.
it is Piran, an old coastal town situated on the slovenian coast in the gulf of Trieste, about 120 km (75 miles) from Ljubljana and not far from the italian border (as the matter of fact, nothing on the slovenian coast is far from italian border; or croatian for that matter).
so here are a few more photos of Piran :)

nebo se zapira
galeb uravnoveša
svetlobo in temo

večerno sonce
sraka otrese dež
z vrha drevesa

nevihtni oblaki
hudourniki rojijo
okrog kapele

jutranji oblaki
čmrlj ponovno obišče
isti cvet

mladi vrabčki

čivkanje z vrbe

zaduši dež

še ena ploha
polžek se prebija
skozi lužo

oblaki se trgajo
mušica pije dež
s homulice

soparen popoldan
vrana se ozre
za žvižgom vlaka

a brief explanation

i suppose the information in the previous post (aka haibun) has been insufficient if not misleading.

the banking union (yes, that's what i do for a living) organises sporting games every year. i used to ba an active sportist in my time (basketball in the past; 9-pin bowling and boules lyonnaise/sport bowls up until recently) so i'm practically obliged to compete for my team. i quit playing basketball since the knee injury in 2000 but i still bowl and that's where my teammates and i won the first place.

the price of winning (haibun)

saturday night. after two days of intermittent rain the clouds begin to thin out. the night air is fresh and sharp. and it tastes of salt – a sign the sea is near.

we enter a huge tent. we arrive early but the air already reeks of sweat and booze and cigarette smoke. and as more people come in and begin to shuffle and dance beneath the rostrum it becomes increasingly stuffy. i want to leave but my colleagues convince me to stay until the end of the award ceremony. we have a cup to collect.

2 a.m.
a gull glides above
the hotel roof

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sobotni večer. po dveh dneh občasnega dežja se oblaki tanjšajo. nočni zrak je svež in oster. diši po soli - znak, da morje ni daleč.

vstopimo v velik šotor. zgodnji smo, a zrak že zaudarja po znoju in pijači in cigaretnem dimu. ko vstopa še več ljudi in se začne prerivati in poplesavati pod odrom, postaja vse bolj zadušljivo. rada bi odšla,a me kolegice prepričajo, da ostanem do konca podelitve. prevzeti moramo pokal.

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dve zjutraj

galeb zdrsne prek

strehe hotela

another...

... weekend out of town.
croatia this time.
wish me luck :)