I stopped taking pictures in the last few years. Last evening at a beer meetup we talked about photography and before leaving I took out my camera from the bag. From all the shots this one is almost OK, but still I'm not happy with it. I can
Photowalking in Sofia, I've almost forgotten how good it feels. Especially arriving earlier and looking around for nice shots while waiting for the others. Who knows, maybe they got early too and were wandering around in another part of the park? Anyway, the late summer is a perfect
An old newspaper stand in the central park in Sofia, Bulgaria. I think I can remember seeing this one long ago when I was a little kid – it was on the alternative route to my french lessons at the "Alliance Française". Located in the little park in central
Shumensko Pivo is an old (founded in 1882) Bulgarian beer brand. Once brewed in the town of Shumen, now part of the Danish brewing company Carlsberg Group. Still, Shumensko is a well-known beer in Bulgaria and proudly wears it's logo of beer-drinking standing lion. This one here is
Old houses and barns, on the left the big walnut-tree under which I played for hours as a kid and up above and away the highest local mountain hill. Ironically earned the name "Malio rid" ("Малио рид" in Bulgarian) which means "the little hill"
This cloud is in the shape of a chimney smoke, would say Pooh. It's the old house in the village of grandma. She is now very old, my grandma, and has started to forget things. But I remember what they've told me about the house – it
A martenitsa tree. Rare species, found only in Bulgaria. Well, a similar one grows in Romania, but this is Bulgarian-specific :)
When March comes to it's end, the parks in Bulgaria start to shine in the red and white of the martenitsas. It's an old custom and there are different legends of it's origin, so any verbalists out there please take your time in Wikipedia
Shkorpilovci, Black sea coast, Bulgaria. One of the longest Bulgarian beaches. It may be even the longest, it's longer than the Krapec-Durankulak one, in my view. So there we were – in the late summer, right at the end of August. On September 1st with a blink of an