• Reflections

    Behind the mask

    The other day I was passing a parked car and was rather startled by a smiling face with empty eyes “sitting” inside the car. When having looked properly, I found out it was just a mask attached to the front headrest. I was delighted to have my camera at hand and took a photo or two. It’s an image that makes you think, isn’t it? I used to believe that wearing a mask is wrong, that it’s just a form of a lie. Yet I understand today that a mask may not only hide a hideous face but may also protect a  fragile face and who I am to criticise…

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    Be fearless

    Do you pay attention to what words or ideas people can read on your clothes? I love T-shirts of many kinds but I dismissed many of them just because of what was written on their front or back, even though I loved their design. Last week I bought a T-shirt in an Orsay shop. They had it in two variants – one with short sleeves and an image of an owl without any words, the other one with semi-long sleeves and an image of the same owl, but this time with the words BE FEARLESS. I prefer short sleeves to semi-long ones but the words accentuated the image so much…

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    (In)appropriate

    My mother used to tell me that underwear is not to be seen on a washing line and taught me to hang it behind other clothes so that it was hidden. It stuck to my mind so firmly that even after all those years I follow this rule and would feel quite uncomfortable if I had to do otherwise. The rule also made me hesitant about sharing the photo above that I took during one of our photo walks. I love the morning light shining through the laundry and find the image relating a humble story about us humans, despite the inappropriate pants. Or is it the other way around…

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    Unexpected meeting

    It happened a few days ago. There were many people standing in that place talking to one another. Like in a party or exhibition opening. I was present there too, watching the event I knew nothing about, when suddenly I recognised a face amid all the unknown people that was smiling happily at me. It was the face of my father. I came toward him and we embraced, joy radiating from both of us. Then my father started to dance with me slowly and we were turning around among the people. After a while I realised we were dancing a foot or two above the ground and I woke up.…

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    In black and white

    It’s spring, right? Birds are singing, first flowers are showing their beauty, some trees and bushes are coming into buds. And yet my photos for this week are black and white and I love their colourless but thoughtful stories. I took both of them on Sunday during our photo walk in Chudenice, it’s my hubby and me, or more precisely my hubby and my shadow. I’ve experienced quite a few changes since the beginning of this year. I’ve bought a new camera (moved from Canon to Nikon and to a bit higher level of the camera so I have a lot to learn), started to exercise regularly on our stationary…

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    Along that road

    I walked along that road. It was winding through the forest up and down, up and down. After some time I arrived at a crossroads where I found out that I was on the right road but was going in the wrong direction. I realised that there were some indications telling me I was going in the wrong direction but I was ignoring them deliberately. I didn’t care, for whatever reason. At the crossroads, I could not ignore the facts any more and needed to decide whether to go further and make a long detour with unsure ending or admit the mistake and go back. I had my son with…

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    Supernatural or not

    I had quite a weird experience a few days ago which on the one hand one could explain easily and on the other hand one couldn’t explain that easily and I would like to share it with you. On Sunday, my hubby Milan and I went on a trip to castle festivities in Velhartice. When we were almost there, we saw an old church which Milan found familiar having said that he had read something about it but was not sure and was not much specific. We made a quick detour to have a look at it and found out that the church was situated inside a cemetery. We were…

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    Following and imitating, or rather not

    A few days ago I arrived at the parking lot in the premises of the company where I work. I chose a place to park at and directed my car to the place. There was snow in the parking lot and the borders of the parking places were not quite clear but I did my best to fit in there. Yet when I stopped the car, I noticed that I was not aligned to the car in front of me so I shifted into reversed gear, reversed and then aligned my car with the one opposite me. When I got off, I found out that my car stood quite amiss,…

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    My word for the year

    It’s been my practice lately to pick a word at the end of the year that will accompany me throughout the following year and will help me to focus on some aspect of my life that needs to be improved, changed or thought over. I can tell you that it’s quite interesting to watch how this practice evolves and how these words come to me. For this year the scheme hasn’t changed. A few days before Christmas I was driving on my way to work and paying attention to the traffic when suddenly a photo appeared in front of my mind’s eye. It was a photo I took last year…

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    Sexy

    Put your hand up if you think you’re sexy. Well, I can’t see enough hands in the air… Why? Somebody might have told you that you’re not sexy and you believed them… But you’re sexy. Each and every one of you is sexy. Just believe in yourself. As you might have read in one of my earlier posts, last summer hubby and I visited the music festival Colours of Ostrava. The very first concert we chose to listen to was performed by Heymoonshaker, a pair of musicians combining excellent beatbox and raw, blues guitar. We chose their concert because we saw some of their videos on YouTube and they felt…