Lens-Artists PC: City escapes

When I first heard the word cityscape, I thought this was where cities escaped to. Here is where some of my cities are hiding. Above is Ljubljana where I’m from.

Just as I was ready to begin collecting photos for this post, I read the poem by my friend Lidija Dimkovska about coming back to her city of origin, which is Skopje in Macedonia, from my city of origin, which is Ljubljana in Slovenia, which is where she lives now with her husband and daughter.

Columbia Journal posted five of her poems in translation and all are excellent, but this one is my favourite. Please, read it. This is how I sometimes feel too. Her finish is pretty harsh though.

Going back, by Lidija Dimkovska
Translated by Ljubica Arsovska and Patricia Marsh
When you go back to your home town
you visit museums and galleries,
pause to listen to the buskers,
light candles in all the churches,
buy books by local authors
and the CDs by local bands
which have come out over the last six months,
treat yourself to some chocs from the town factory facing bankruptcy,
make a detour to the outdoor market you haven’t visited for a long time,
meet friends for an hour or two
before going to a local film or theatre production
they’re not interested in,
you do a lightning tour of your home town
in just a few days, drinking water from the bottle in your bag,
buying souvenir magnets and keyrings,
sitting on all the surviving benches
from your past,
turning down all the alleyways that have remained the same,
taking photos of the new buildings which look like warts,
mumbling to yourself, incomprehensible to everyone else,
when you go back to your home town
you realize you no longer have one,
that it has turned into a simple fact in a document,
Place of Birth, a point of birth and of no return.

Here are some places of birth and points of (no) return, then, in this order:

  1. London from Greenwich. 2 photos
  2. Prague from two locations (one was the castle, I suppose). 2 photos
  3. Rome from Monte Mario. 2 photos
  4. Velenje, Slovenia. 1 photo
  5. Piran, Slovenia. 3 photos
  6. Ljubljana, Slovenia. 6 photos

Even though I live quite far away (about 777 km), the last one, no 6, is both, place of birth and home town. For as long as she wants me, I’m hers.

(Click on any photo and allow it to grow.)

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Patti of pilotfishblog.com: Cityscapes


  1. I love looking at other cities, particularly ones I haven;t visited. It reminds you there is always more to do! Love the photos, you seem to have a knack for finding good vantage points.
    The poem rings very true for me. My home town is Wimbledon, but it was just where I was born, and now has less relevance to me than so many other places where I have ‘lived’ and experienced life. But I don’t think that would be the same for all Manja, like you who lives again in your birth town, or Véro from uprooted wanderers who wants to return to Paris. Perhaps it is different for everyone based on what your connections to the place are, family, experience…..
    Greta photos, thanks for sharing!

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    1. Thank you so much, Gavin, but maybe I wasn’t clear: Ljubljana is my birth town and I still call it my home town, even though I’ve been living in Tuscany for the last 5.5 years. My parents still live there and I can visit when I wish, sometimes two times a year, last year was four times and I stayed in Slovenia all July and August. But it’s true: it’s different for everybody. For sure it’s better for everybody to get around.

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    1. Hello, Draco, good to see you on my new blog! And thank you, I’m glad that you like my photos, and always a bit incredulous. Well, there is no special reason for the change, I just thought it was time and cute to change Movie -> Moving. Since I’m moving my blog around all the time. Probably it’s also a way to tell myself that I should move more and not sit here and watch movies (and photographs and blogs) so much. I hope you’re not too disappointed. 😉 All well to you in the upcoming Year of the Pig!


  2. What a great collection of cities! I especially love your shots of Slovenia. The poem is sad, but true. When we go back to NYC, our family thinks we’re not true New Yorkers because we left years ago, but wherever we live, people thinks we are. It leaves us feeling a bit rootless.

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    1. Isn’t that right, Patti? We turn into ghosts. We are nowhere really. But also, if you look at it the other way, everywhere at once. I prefer this outlook. Thank you for the support and kind words!


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