The past year through the eyes of a mobile phone

Senja Island, Norway, // 2. April, 14:52:34

The baits for catching cods from recreational fishermen in Russia carefully placed on the working space for cleaning fish. The three of us travelers found ourselves in the fishing village by the majestic fjord on the end of the diverse island of Senja, just by accident, an island that is the second largest in Norway. We threw our bait into the water and puzzled about the vast beauty of the North Sea. For the first time in my life I reeled in a 5kg-big fish, the first time I saw the north Polaris and for the second time I had to overcome my seasickness.

 

Mesečev bay, Nature park Strunjan // 1. November, 16:20:06

A small smoke tree and meadows dancing all around. The Strunjan-cliffs never ceases to amaze me. The steep flysch walls with their relentless vegetation, wrinkled rocky surfaces and compressed sea sediments are impressive just to look at, but the untouched nature all around, which has a certain feel or wildness, makes you watch for hours in awe. The deposited water bottles and other garbage, which swims to the beach with the tide, is just another warning sign for the vulnerable ecosystem, where the endangered species is in truth, the human itself.

 

Home, Ljubljana // 9. November, 19:56:07

Beneath the cozy bed blanket, my daughter Iva is hiding covered in a special light emerging from a disco-like rotating bulb in her room. This year, I observed her growing-up more upfront and as a father I grew with her, side-by-side. Her mother is not the only important person in her life anymore and I gained my special place with a more active approach and by joining her everyday life. I started to accompany her to her way to school, I talk with her about her everyday troubles and pleasures and I manage to tug her into bed a few times during the week, which is not as simple as it may seem. And because the little girl is growing up, I massage her little, fast growing feet, and do an even better job as her mother, as she said herself.

 

Savlje, Ljubljana // 10. November, 11:10:05

A visit of the farm Pr'Komatar ended with a traditional acidifying of cabbage, the old fashioned feet-stomping method way. There are no wooden barrels anymore, those moved to the far away history, together with the barrel makers from the neighboring Vižmarje, the plastic buckets used here can be found in 1 out of 4 stores with farm equipment. The mashed cabbage I salted with grained sea salt and stuffed into glass jars with screw lids. After 3 weeks of ripening in the storages of the farm, the lactic acids bacteria did their work and for the first time in my life I cooked yota with home-made, authentic sauerkraut.

 

Pula // 9. December, 0:49:39

The nightly impressions I gained from the old rooms of a bourgeois villa, where the three of us people chattered in delight and philosophized, laughed and spend the evenings in the company of plastic dinosaurs. Instead of sleeping in my cozy hotel room, I slept, covered in a greatcoat on a run-down sofa, whereas my guest appearance in the legendary book fair in Pula, named “Sanjam knjige” was much softer and in a more of a human form than my actual sleep.