Vienna likes to show off some history, even in its street signs 🙂
I did a lot of project management in the last years. Kind of. In reality it boils down to running errands and keeping everybody’s pipeline filled. Guess what? It’s no fun 🙂
While I write this post, I’m on the train from Vienna to Carinthia. A week ago, at the exactly same time, I sat on the same early train, talking to my sister, both wondering whether we would arrive in Klagenfurt to see our father still alive. My sister left the train in Klagenfurt while I went on to Villach, fed the cats, took the car and drove down to Klagenfurt again. She made it, I didn’t. When I arrived, he had been dead for half an hour.
A week and an hour ago I had my last conversation with him, a few words on the phone. It’s dizzying to think about it.
That’s one of those typical images where I relish my camera’s depth of field. The colors are heavily pushed though. In reality it was exceedingly drab and I couldn’t stand it.
In such a situation, black and white is most of the time also a viable option. Actually I prefer color, but this may because the image is a memory for me as well. My memories tend to be colorful. Even of drab days 🙂
This is my last image taken in Maribor. All in all I can say is, that I was surprised by how lovely this small city is. Maribor is actually not far from home, but it is in that unfortunate zone that is a little bit too far to drive there for a coffee, but on the other hand so near that most of the time we drive by to another destination. It shares that fate with Udine or Ljubljana. The question is always: “Why not drive a little bit further and down to the sea?”. Well, this time we didn’t and I’m glad about it 🙂