Lens-Artists PC: There goes the neighbourhood

If you know the song from the title, we would probably be good friends 25 years ago when I was as hard core as my neighbourhood in the north of Ljubljana. Which is barely.

The hood is Bežigrad, one of five districts that make up Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia. This is where I was born. Its name roughly translates as Runaway city. I stayed put in the same street for 43 years but then I did it. Run.

And since I’ve just come across another Rumi quote that lit a bulb, here it is. This is exactly how I’ve been living my life and cannot recommend it enough.

And now I invite you on a stroll around the block to revisit some of the views from all my life until six years ago.

It’s middle, Mitteleuropa, central, but hardly South Central. It’s in the middle between east and west, north and south, hot and cold, good and bad. Middle-of-the-road.

Was it always this pretty? Do I see it differently now that I’m away?

Oh, maybe to you it won’t be pretty at all. After all it’s not Tuscany where I live now, but neither is it Detroit. It’s home in the meaning of this post at Immortal Jukebox which I read today and listened to all five versions of Detroit City. Hard core, telling you.

If you don’t know this song, it’s the one with the chorus: I want to go home. Let’s go.

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  Do you see number 13? Do not believe it’s bad luck. My parents still live here. Their 50th wedding anniversary coming up this November.

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  The June view from the balcony.

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  In front of our house there is often a puddle. Let’s look northwards first.

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  The view from the front door. If you’re lucky, you can see mountains at the end of this street.

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  Like this. Grintovec (left) and Skuta, I believe. Kamnik-Savinja Alps.

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  This track is far enough from our house not to hear trains.

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  A good dog meadow. Sister walked me instead.

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  World Trade Centre and apples.

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  Back to our street and WTC.

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  WTC again and the mountains on the same clear day as before. This is our main road that used to be named after Tito, now after Vienna – Dunajska.

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  One of the buses to the city that I’ve been taking all my life. No. 6 is the other one. They have always been green.

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  This park on the way to our little shop and primary school has been here since I was little.

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  Bird in the hood.

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  Roses.

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  And hydrangea.

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  So hard core.

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  Šarhova St. is the neighbour. It’s not always as wild. This was in July.

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  On my visit last November there was no sun for a week and I was so upset that I only took night photos.

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  Another greeting flower.

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  I always woke up when father turned into it like this after a long drive when I was little. See you, Turner Street.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Tina of travelsandtrifles.wordpress.com: Around the Neighborhood

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