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Last December in Bologna, a decision was made to make a trip someplace nice. Thanks to unbelievable concentration of beauty in that region, there was a bunch of possibilities to consider. And Florence won. :-) Flooding this place with Italy is no coincidence, recently I’ve fallen in love with the country and visited it three times over three months. And maybe, there’s more to come…
For a long time I wanted to visit this city, and yet every time an opportunity presented itself, I had to refuse. It just so happened that when the question of where to go for the next trip was risen, the answer was an unequivocal “Let’s go see Rome.”
Or how we went to wander around Emilia-Romagna. :-)
Saying that Bologna is an enchanting place would be a major understatement, but I feel it needs to be done anyway – because no photo I could take would really do justice to the relaxed and positive armosphere of this southern academic city. And this is coming from someone who hates Italian seaside tourist settlements with passion. Many thanks belong to Natálka for letting us stay in her apartment, and thumbs up to Ryanair for affordable flights directly from Bratislava. This also allowed us to spend most of the budget on luxuries. :-)
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It is well known that photographer’s best friend is the [Delete] key. Unless they have a Mac, that is, in which case they are screwed. ;-) But if you can’t force yourself to delete enough of them, that’s when you have to resort to writing multiple posts from a single shoot… still, it’s very true that most of my pictures suck, as do everyone else’s, so let’s hope I didn’t overdo it. :-)
When the Rock’n'Roll train arrived at Gare de l’Est Friday around noon, we only had two and a half days to get back home. Even though, fortunately, I’ve been to Paris before, it was so little it was intimidating. To make things even worse, we lost all of Friday to organisational issues, due to problems with the tickets and difficulties with accommodation, and as we wanted to spend most of Sunday in Strasbourg, all we had left was not much ‒ a single day.
This is a pretty rare photo… those of you familiar with traffic around the Arc surely know why. :-)The gamla stan (old town) of Stockholm is a very interesting place, especially at night. The old cobblestone streets are narrow, cold yet cosy, and deserted. A few confused backpackers like myself, some Swedes hard at work navigating to the right place to party, and… well, solitude. It was just me and my camera, and a whole lot of freedom, as I was sitting on a bench in front of the royal palace, pondering anything and everything, and smoking a fine cigar.
Sunday in Oslo was all you would expect from a day of such name, the weather was completely different from the boring clouds of the day before, and our first part of the day was spent on a beautiful autumn walk around Vigelandsparken, a lovely sculpture park, part of (my very own ;-)) Frognerparken, where all the famous and, admittedly, somewhat crazy statues (made) of naked people are. :-)
I haven’t been to Scandinavia for a month and, well, I missed that place enough to get back there. This time it was Oslo, made easier and cheaper by the fact that all it took to persuade Zdeněk to let us stay at his place, were twelve bottles of booze. The weather on Saturday was as Scandinavian as it gets, so all I could do to prevent my shots from being dull and boring was resorting to HDR yet again…
The light was mostly so good there wasn’t much need for experimenting, but I still couldn’t resist firing off a few bracketed shots for HDR… I like a few, you judge for yourself. I admit the feel is somewhat unrealistic, which anyone may or may not appreciate.
It was late at night, months ago, me and my buddies were enjoying some quality male-only time and laughing our asses off at some distant place better left unspecified, when my phone rang. I grinned at the screen as it was my dearest, and ran out to answer it… “Tee hee,” she giggled, “we just had [censored amount of ;-)] tequila shots and decided that we wanted to go to Sweden!” All I managed was a general sound of amused surprise. “Seriously! RyanAir offers plane tickets for €10 including all the taxes. It’s ending tomorrow, you need to decide now.” Well, she needn’t say more, as I’m always all for any mischief like this.
