What? 2015 over already?

Kind people from stats (known as helper monkeys) prepared a 2015 annual report for my blog.


The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 9,600 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Imagine that, I sold out Sydney Opera House 4 times!!! If you want to check out some more funny stuff, you can click on this link:

Phew, what a year this has been. Who knows what the next one will bring?

I wish you all a Happy New Year!!!



Happy Holidays!!!

Here we are, at the end of another year. But, as the wise people said before – This is not the end, just a rest-stop before the new adventure.

I wish you all Happy Holidays, wherever you are and whatever you are celebrating! I hope you will spend time with your loved ones, filled with peace, joy and celebration.

Merry Christmas

Until the next year!



50 Happy Things for 2015: Bloggers Unite in Flood of Gratitude

Few days ago Dawn Landau of Tales From the Motherland invited me to participate in an interesting event. Trying to spread positive thoughts across the blogosphere, I agreed to make the list of 50 things that made me happy in 2015. The trick was to write them down in 10 minutes or less. I thought it tricky, but in truth I managed to come up with 50 happy things in 9 minutes, which in return made me happy again. The event is going live on Monday 21 and if you want to help spread happy thoughts, you will find all the necessary details at the bottom of this post.

And now….here are my 50 happy things!!!

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My dearest Stefan


Writing poetry
My best friend Irena
Morning walks with Berta
Traveling to Italy
Walking over Charles Bridge in Prague

Decorating my home for Christmas
Drinking tea with my high school friend Danijela
High school reunion (first time in 23 years)
Watching movies with my best friend
Being amazed by my uncle’s trip to US (he is 61 and doesn’t speak English, but he visited Chicago, Miami, Las Vegas, flew over Grand Canyon)
Joining Instagram (I am posting photos every single day!)
Taking photos with my camera, phone, friends camera, anything I can get my hands on
Two published articles!!!
Dynamic Range, where my series The History of Women Photographers is being featured

Dynamic Range Magazine - Issue 2 Nov 2015 - cover page
My blog (one of the best things I did in my life)
Friday Fictioneers
Spreading my writer’s wings
My new notebook
Berta (again and again)
My hometown
Running wild
Chasing rainbows (even in my forties)
Knowing when to stop

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Dreaming big
Living large
Planning my trip to New York
Knowing I will go to New York with my best friend ❤
Visiting my family
Sharing things
Keeping special people close to my heart
Losing myself in the best way
Finding myself over and over again

Visiting Prague again after six years
Loosing weight (and not gaining it back)
Improving on my photography skills
Learning few Italian words
Walking around Milan (with the camera in my hands)

Cuddling with my Berta
Vilma, a new member of my extended family
Looking at the mirror
Packing my bags
Happy memories
Still having a love affair with myself

If you’d like to join in, here’s how it works: set a timer for 10 minutes; timing this is critical. Once you start the timer, start your list. The goal is to write 50 things that made you happy in 2015, or 50 thing that you feel grateful for. The idea is to not think too hard; write what comes to mind in the time allotted. When the timer’s done, stop writing. If you haven’t written 50 things, that’s ok. If you have more than 50 things and still have time, keep writing; you can’t feel too happy or too grateful! When I finished my list, I took a few extra minutes to add links and photos.

To join the bloggers who have come together for this project: 1) Write your post and publish it (please copy and paste the instructions from this post, into yours) 2) Click on the blue frog at the bottom of this post. 3) That will take you to another window, where you can past the URL to your post. 4) Follow the prompts, and your post will be added to the Blog Party List.

Please note that only blog posts that include a list of 50 (or an attempt to write 50) things that made you feel Happy or 50 things that you are Grateful for, will be included. Please don’t add a link to a post that isn’t part of this exercise.


Between Worlds

Sometimes it doesn’t take much to cross that imagined line between  two worlds, the one we live in and the one we dream of.

Like passing ships, we sail through the mist, not realizing how close we were to each other…and after a time, we turn around and spot the sales in the distance, wondering if they are coming towards us or leaving us behind.

In my dreams, this is the song that plays on repeat.


I can be horribly patient, waiting until forever.
If it makes you happy, I am walking like a turtle.

We are lured into the light, who plays the sun before us?
As if we are one body, I still hear your heartbeat.

Where I give my all, where you have all of me,
Where the dream hides, the dream in the eye of the turtle.

Darling, in my dream you pick up all my broken pieces,
Laying me down on your breasts, so I could kiss you freely.

Cause you are what I’ve been searching, the one who teaches me to lie.
So put up the fight when I enter, I desire to earn you.

Where I give my all, where you have all of me,
Where the dream hides, the dream in the eye of the turtle.

Can you see me in the face of the one you are living with,
Can you find me inside…inside…inside…

Where I give my all, where you have all of me,
Where the dream hides, the dream in the eye of the turtle.

Where this is where we are , all the stories are useless.
For your touch, I would sell memories for a dime.

                                 – Damir Urban


I Can’t Stay Mad at the World (Cause in the End, I Love Myself More)

Snow's Fissures and Fractures

The Daily Post prompt I Can’t Stay Mad at You.

As I sit here and watch people walking by, it seems to me some of us spend our lives riding on the never-ending roller coaster of anger and regret. Like ballroom dancers, we move in circles…over and over again.

If we could turn back the hands of time, would we make the same mistakes? Could we choose a different path? Or should we leave it all behind? Our lives and our choices, every turn we take, opens up a new direction, a new adventure waiting on the horizon. We are bound to each other, from our past to our future.

Where to go when you reach a point of no return? Where to turn when in need of a helping hand? Why do we try to climb walls and forget to knock at the doors? Why do we choke…

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Made it Ma! Top of the World!

So, this just happened.

anniversary-2xHappy Anniversary with!
You registered on one year ago!
Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging!

I had no idea I was flying all this time!? I mean, my Puff the magic Dragon days are long gone, so I have no idea where they got that idea.

On a serious note, I want to thank all of you wonderful people who, for some strange reason, follow my crazy journey. I appreciate every visit, like, comment, even the bad ones (sorry for blocking you 😛 ). I know you probably stumbled on Snow’s Fissures and Fractures by mistake, but it’s too late. Now, you are stuck with me.

Hope this blogging thing sticks around, I really enjoy it.



How to explain this strange thing that happens once in a while? This quiet obsession with a movie, that lingers for far too long. It lights up your darkest corners, it enwraps your burning soul in a veil of shadows. Fire and ice, darkness and light…they dance a strange dance, coming to the edge, but never going over, fiercely guarding their domain, while trying to dominate one another.

Do you recognize yourself in a story? Do you fight the same demons? Or are you simply touched by exposed flaws of a human being…By his struggle to survive, to feed the beast that roars hungrily in his mind. Are you in awe by this display of a raw talent, in front of the camera and behind. Are you ashamed to admit the truth? For you know you are not him, but you share his darkness. What is this wild thing that has you in its iron grip and doesn’t let you go?

And do you even need to know the answer?