Circles

It was early morning. Snow was deep. Time to make first step, to make path to make mark. I walk, sometimes slow and difficult, sometimes quickly and easily, but mostly alone. There is less snow, there are fewer opportunities to start a new path, to leave a new trail. There is so little time to finish circle, until new snow, until darkness.
Zoran Djordjevic

Unusual

I know. I’m not like others. I never was.
My old Lubitel is not like all normal cameras. It wasn’t even in the time of analogs.
My film is not like other films. It was 28 years old, when it was loaded in the camera without any chance to achieve something valuable.
Nor this photo is like others.
Zoran Djordjevic 
/The Institute reminds Mr Djordjevic that any abnormal or unusual activity is illegal and will be punished.

Unexpectedly

Unexpectedly a trip changed direction. I crossed three borders of the Union, in which one is no longer there. I still carry a passport. You never know. An old house with a huge, somewhat neglected park and excellent light. Peace from the  park moved into my soul.
Zoran Djordjevic