Muzej vojaške zgodovine Pivka (pt. 1)

As per usual, whenever we drive home from that direction, the General and I stop in the Military Museum in Pivka, our biggest military museum - the biggest at least collection of actual big stuff, though I also enjoyed the photo exhibition of the one in Maribor and Celje has a spooky one, and I am sure Ljubljana has some good stuff, but I don't remember the details right this second... The most fucked up shit is of course going to be found in the expo in Kobarid - the site of Isonzo River battles of the Great Big One #1 - war to End all Wars - and if you're a praying man, that place will never stop being haunted by the hundreds of thousands of voices silenced for the most retarded reasons. (Impossibly bad leaders, mustard gas turning back on their own, avalanches, so on... As an illustration: the Italians had such a shit commander, that when our boy Big Vinny R. describes his assault with a band of soldiers on the Spindle (Kolovrat) hill, the Italians in caves just keep surrendering, in one case even tearing their own officer to pieces when he tries to resist. It got THAT crappy.) 

But of course taking the General to a military museum is like taking me blindfolded through a chocolate degustation or (not blindfolded) a bookstore: he either knows everything and is excited like a pilot getting a licence to take off, or he finds an error in the exhibition and is simply furious :D 

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They built this adorable little tank outside of wood and ivy :D <3

But first, of course, a proper meal: Yugo Burgers for all!

 

Toy tanks <3 I should probably try and buy a model-making set for G one of these days.

Picture of a Stone Age encampment site

Model of Slovenian war for Independence greatest hits

Well done walls of the Parachute/Pilots expo

Back to basics

A selfie :D

 

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These spook the fuck out of me. For MANY fictitious reasons - too many movies, too many shows with these in... :/

A day in nature: let's have a picnic and pose on the wreck of a fighter plane

The piece about how women of the region where things fell down, make use of the material: parachute silk was for undergarments, the metal was for cooking appliances... My dad has a story in which an ambulance was abandoned (though not without a body) in his village and people dismantled it within a night.

Recently a farmer dug up a 250 kg bomb such as this one and wheelbarrowed it to his yard with his kids. All of our bomb squad force was needed to safely remove it and detonate it, before it erased the village from the map.

Guess which one of the people on this photo is later to become a big military name ...

The Independence War photo (good stuff, well done!)

People rushing to place a new name of the country on the border crossing during the conflict

The president facing his new army

And Austrian diabetic man asking to be able to cross

Negotiations

.. end of part one.

No shrooms :/

Not THE most sucesfull mushroom hunt, from a mushroom-search perspective, but the morning was so pretty it took me 2 hours for a half hour drive, as I kept pulling over for Kodak moments :D #Kozjansko is beyond magical. I go into total Snufkin mode most times I see its glory: just sit down, smoke my pipe (well, okay, take photos), marvel at creation and feel tremendous gratitude for being alive. Maybe write a dirty poem. Optional. But certainly find the dog. Stupid dog. Stop picking fight with salamanders, you'll lose!

PS Aprile found two perfect chanterelles. Fuck mushrooms.

 

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Was just in the right mood to go see a horror movie last night, then walked the outskirts of the town until midnight and finally crawled into G's car while he was at work and slept in their parking lot listening to freight trains pass and the southern wind push trash around while bright industry smokes billowed :D

Liked the movie. An actually good S. King adaptation, who would have thought. 

Retrish (retro-ish) seaside pickies ...

I've bought a set of actions and effects for Photoshop, which allow me to make a fuck-shiny endgame pickies, that seems to be what people like these days, and so I've been going wild in between playing WoW with G on his last vacation days ... It's raining outside, lovely, and I'm enjoying my September indoors :P

I had the weirdest dream that my skull was re-used... I mean, I was combing my hair and found a very old scar - large, bulging, with star shaped crack leading out, but healed - a typical result of a bulled wound healed up with makeshift tissue... But it would have to be shot from inside out, so, probably, someone shooting themselves into the brain through their mouth, but missing both lobes, going between and somehow surviving.... And then instead of giving me a brand new, my own skull, they incidentally mixed them up and gave me this used one ... Sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, an unprocessed camera film would end up in a new case and get re-sold, so then the double exposures would make people think they're photographing ghost images. that's how it felt. Weird as fuck.

The birthday cache

The final piece of my birthday puzzle arrived today, and these are now the latest contribution to my library
Kirsty Mitchell's Wonderland (fantasy portraits), Magnum Contact Sheets (a cross-section of a century of photo-reportage), Glory of Duchy of Carniole (a delicious accounts of a rich old guy pretending to be a historian), Tone Stojko's Slovenian Spring (photos he took during Slovenian war for independance) and a bi-lingual bookie of Shakespeare's sonnets. Thank you all my girls who contributed to this majesty treasure cache, to my crazy man and to the universe which has made me a bookworm extraordinaire ..