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.


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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Haiku – The Magic and The Mastery of Ryōkan

Every now and then I get a visit to this post, that I wrote over a year ago. One of my favorites, no doubt about it.

Snow's Fissures and Fractures

It took me awhile to understand the art of haiku. My disparagement and indifference were products of  ignorance and lack of knowledge. As a child, I would listen to grownups making fun of haiku poetry, trying to glue together few simple words without any coherent meaning, deluding themselves thinking the secrets of haiku would be revealed to their unengaged souls. But as with all things distant and unknown, only when you allow yourself to grow and learn, can you perceive and appreciate the hidden beauty and wisdom.

There are very few works of art that deeply touched me throughout my life, pushing me to rethink and question the choices I make, the way I see the world around me.

It happened suddenly and unexpectedly, I was ambushed by few simple lines. Like a fish on a hook, I was dragged onward, trying to free myself, entangling ever deeper. The words…

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Milano 151

Years go by, yet the pain remains,
Carved in my bones with a pocket knife.
If I could break them and re-set again,
I wonder if that would reshape my life.

And after all the years… time stands still.

The reflection in the mirror stares back,
Who is this stranger with a mirthless smile?
I frantically search for a trace of familiarity,
But it’s lost to me, covered with blood and bile.

And yet again… time stands still.

I try to tame the hunger with things I hate,
Hoping I’ll get my demons back on a leash.
This life is nothing more than one big cliché,
Poor imitation of already used pastiche.

Over and over again… time stands still.

Followed by a shadow of imminent demise,
My screams echo in a silent solitude.
Prisoner of past, present and future,
I find myself a singularity in the multitude.

Like a broken watch… time stands still.

Who is this child without a father?
And who is this motherless daughter…
Capable of remembering every silver lining,
Even when she is drowning in a knee-high water.

Rushing, running…while time stands still.

I wonder about her from time to time.
Will she be able to run up the hill?
Can she find once more the reason to live?
Breathing even if the…

…time sands still.

Claudia Schönfeld and Brian Miller of dVerse each selected a poem and asked us to grab one line, either of Claudia’s or Brian’s poem and write our own poem, based on the line we chose.

I picked the line from Claudia’s poem “sketching on Portobello Road//the clock//is body-less”…and yes, you guessed it – time stands still.




If only I knew your love would be unkind,
My unwary heart wouldn’t break in pieces.
But your closeness always rendered me blind,
With each step my tragedy increases.

You punish me for one foolish mistake,
This merciless disdain cuts like a knife.
How it burns to watch you easily forsake
All my love, my years, my wasted life.

The train is leaving, taking me from here.
With every traveled mile, my chains loosen more,
Our three-act play is finally over, dear.

I woke up this morning, first time without a fear,
Without a prospect to be called a whore,
With this knowledge I will not disappear.

This sonnet is another first for me. Inspired by dVerse, I spent last hour reading about sonnets, strict rhyme schemes, octave, sestet, volta, iambic pentameter… These prompts really push me to seek new knowledge and to explore poetry in a sense I never did before. You think it’s all about translating emotions into verses, but then you discover a world of complicated forms and styles that still demand emotion at the central stage. It is a very challenging balance act and I can’t believe I enjoy it this much.


The Doors We Never Made It Through


I wonder if you’d carry me for a while?
In your arms I could make another mile.
Is it fair to make it so hard,
When all I can offer is a smile.

This body is spent, broken and scarred,
And yet I long to be your guard.
You’ll forgive me when I leave,
I wish this disease came with a trading card.

In stranger’s arms you’ll seek reprieve,
Gentler hands than mine will help you grieve.
One step seems as long as a mile,
But with time you’ll forgive and believe.

Will you carry me for a while?
I’ll give you my most radiant smile.
Will you carry me down the aisle?
Although short on time, it will be worthwhile.

Over at dVerse, Gay Reiser Cannon challenged us to draw inspiration from Robert Foster’s classic Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening  and write a poem in iambic tetrameter, shaping the poem in Rubaiyat stanzas originally created by Edward Fitzgerald. Each verse (except the last) follows an a-a-b-a rhyming scheme, with the b line in each stanza setting the main rhyme in the following stanza  making it a chain rhyme. The end result is a rhyme scheme of AABA-BBCB-CCDC-DDDD.

I love this idea and was very eager to test my abilities in this challenge. I must admit it required a little bit more of my time and effort, but in the end, it was worth it.



Who Will Digg My Grave?


With a shovel in your hand,
How will you find the strength
Or a will to part with me?

Will you still mourn me,
If I ask you to embrace my end?
Love will tear me apart…
Love will break my heart…

Digg deep through dirt and grass,
I‘ll sleep to keep my mind at ease.
Gone in a heartbeat…
Gone, done, my last retreat…

My love, do you hear the drums calling?
You should kiss me before it’s too late.

Gravedigger is what people see,
Raw hands and muddy boots.
Are they blind? Can’t they see
Violets you placed in my hands,
Everlasting love in your eyes.

This is my offer to dVerse‘s latest prompt:

“Fold a sheet of paper in half
Think of a career or occupation choice
On the one side of the page list 10 nouns
on the other half 10 verbs that correspond to that position
Now connect each of the nouns with a verb
Using any of those combinations, write a 3 (or more) stanza poem with 3 (or more/or less) lines per stanza.”

Another interesting exercise that led me to a place I probably wouldn’t venture to.


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.