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Petra Drakovič Photography
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Waters
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Where is the secret of apparent so simple chemical formula like H2O is, that charms me again and again with its multi expression? Maybe it is true, in things, which are the simplest; there is a reflexion of deepest truth. The truth of the life. Hidden in a tiny dewdrop, that sprinkles from a tall waterfall and lend on your nose. You feel its calmness, its freshness... and you know, in it reflex a life of millenniums.
No matter of the origin of the name of the river, for me each river is a secret of itself. Now you can see it lazy peeping out to a new day, now it is breaking out in powerful waterfall. The drops are overtaking each other, jumping over sharp, but already a bit rounded edges of rocks, flowing, rushing to the valley... There is no time to stop, neither to look left or right... It is continuously stream, never-ending play, and unceasing life. Life, from which our life depends. Oh, water... |
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Caves
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It is not surprising the fact that people liked to wrap the caves into the legends. There is something mystical in them. Maybe it is fear of darkness, of unknowingness or is it just the reason they are under ground? But we can see the other part of that mystical world. The one that is being created by silence, which fills you with sensation of mightiness, eternity but with brittleness at the same time, as your glimpse captures a small drop batters into millions of even smaller drops... The water drop is creating eternity of moment and note down into a from humans perspective imperishable beauty.
Indeed, water and stone... They ally with so innocence and beautiful, we hardly even see that. Tiny little droplets of water are slowly, imperceptibly but persistently writing a story on a paper called stone. The creation is poetry of eternity, beauty and uniqueness.
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The world of flying
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There is a flight and there are dreams. Dreams, we are plotting as we lay nights in the bed, dreams, we are handing over to birds, and dreams we believe in. Believe deep in your daring birds of dream, together with them sour the sky. Let their wings take you to place where the blue of sky touches the blue of sea. There is you and you know it is entireness, there is no limits...
Perfection. But life indeed. Never-ending current, neverending play... Play of wind, sun, and flight of a bird and the blue of sky. It is all one marvellous poem...
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The coulors of the fall
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Pearls of life
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The best and the most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart. (Helen Keller)
Pearls like these, I was discovering along my path. They were not found at the jewellery, but among morning dewdrops, where in daisies looked at them, in the magic mist, that was hugging me with its arms lost in dreams, in the flight of a bird or in the whisper, captured between the green...
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Alaska
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It sounds magical. So far. Cold. Unknown. Maybe wild... Something from that might be true for sure. That is far, I cannot deny. After almost twenty-five hours of flight the unknown land is expecting me, the lands, I only dare to dream about so far, surprisingly warm temperatures and the hospitality of local people.
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Slovenia
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That peace of land, which some people not even know it exists, I simply adore. It is so diverse regarding natural beauty, landscape, architecture, dialects, and customs, food... You have to like it!
However, there are places; I always return to... I was there yesterday, today and will be there again tomorrow...
It is Ljubljana Marshland with its magic, illusions, as I walk between the fields, Ljubljanica River and numberless trees... Only deer keep me company, and song of birds from the bushes and the freshness, hidden in the dewdrop. O, Sun, I know why you rise again and again day after day... Me, too, want to discover the miracle of the creation!
There are Sečovlje Slatterns where first son beams are touching the sea accompanying of gently sounds of yellow-feet seagulls. It is tranquillity. Nobody is there... Just me, sun, water, ruined old slatterns lodges and seagulls... For a moment time stops. Now it is senseless to count seconds, it is important to be there and listen to the miracle of a birth of a new day. New beginning. Each day can be a new beginning. And each day is a miracle, if you let your heart to recognise it.
There are still many places where I like to escape from wild beat of everyday life, where I can dive in the magic world of nature and find my peace.
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