Through the Eyes of a Photographer

Light & Thought

Since I first discovered photography in Croatia in 1976, it’s never really left me.
Not for a day.
It’s no longer just something I do.
It’s how I see.

A walk isn’t just a walk.
Every shadow, every stranger, every corner becomes part of a frame—
even when the camera stays home.
Light feels different.
Lines speak.
I notice symmetry. And the beautiful disorder around it.

The world unfolds like a quiet stage.
And I look for that one moment—
when light touches a face just right,
when emotion pauses,
when something human reveals itself.

At night, the day replays in images.
Some stay. Others fade.
I keep them—like memories—
filed in an inner archive I didn’t know I was building.

Sometimes I wonder—what would my life be without photography?
What would have taken its place?

But I did find it.
And I never let it go.

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 Eventually....

She rested her head on the water.

She rested her head on the water.

She didn’t say much that day. And maybe she didn’t need to. The rock stood still. The water moved. And she found a place in between. I didn’t ask her to pose like that. She just… let go.

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