Lens-Artists PC: A break before I get tired

There is time for everything, including rest. Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired, said Jules Renard.

My blog and blogging have been resting for a while together with me. It’s necessary. I might flick a door up on Thursday and celebrate Friendly Friday but that’s about it.

Here are some images of how my rest looks like. As you will see, it’s rather busy.

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  With my biologist friend as Alice in the arboretum Volčji Potok.

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  Cup of awareness in Čokl in Ljubljana with my aware friend.

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  With my poet friend. We found a poem by another poet and about 15 minutes later met the man himself. Only in Ljubljana. Please find the translation below the gallery.

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  With my happy childhood friend in our Bežigrad hood. In the back an ad for the Okarina festival where we later heard Larkin Poe live.

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  With my rapper mom.

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  With my gourmet dad. We had to eat yum food again. 😀 Restaurant Nimis, Vanganel.

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  With my university friend, her Scottish husband, her father and my father. Jolly company.

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  My biologist friend asked me to take photos of our Piran garden for her. Here is Swiss chard.

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  Piran is beautiful.

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  My parents’ mirror. I’m not so little any more.

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  My sister’s happy quick salad.

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  At my sister’s birthday party our friend played guitar for four hours until three policemen came. It was not a birthday striptease.

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  Then we went on the Giro of Prekmurje, to the northeast of Slovenia.

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  My long-time-no-see friend and her mother in Gornja Radgona under the wrong kind beer umbrella (if you ask my uncle).

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  On top of the Vinarium tower in Lendava with the four-state-view: Slovenia, Croatia, Hungary and Austria. Photo: amore.

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  Another long-time-no-see friend in her new home.

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  The next day we went to Lake Bled and swam. Photo: amore.

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  And in the evening there was a free concert as part of Okarina festival.

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  Larkin Poe live. So frail-looking and yet such power.

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  And finally: I had to really work too, managing our annual garden tarock tournament. But I love it. See you soon. Photo: My tournament winning friend.

PEACE
By Esad Babačić, translated by Manja M.
 
This bloody peace.
From the sky flowers are falling,
heavy white flowers,
instead of rain.
Nobody has plucked them,
from the sky that is the earth.
 
The one who forgets to charge
the batteries
of his cell phone
might die,
just like that,
out of pure peace. 

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Tina of travelsandtrifles.wordpress.com: Taking a Break