Paid a visit to Galarija 11/07/95 today. It was a sobering reminder of the Balkan civil war, mass murder, refugee crisis and an a useless United Nations intervention. A sobering exhibit with testimonials, films and images exhibited alongside walls with the name of missing and murdered persons. Ron Haviv’s images are featured here and he is one of the workshop instructors which I came for. Watching the films, viewing the images, reading the names of the dead and missing, shook me. Please look into this exhibit further. http://galerija110795.ba
Later I came across pigeons in the market square and although the images do not fit the theme I include them as part of the days shoot, hopefully the street shots will Segway into the bird man and not detract too much from the Galarija images.
Not much on the go workshop wise. Midday is brutally hot. Constantly perspiring and the city is all uphill from the river, so my calves are getting a workout you don’t get on the flatlands. Met another workshop participant today. Nick Otto came in from San Francisco. We had a few beers and a little Roma girl tried to liberate some of his money. As I type this the I can hear the prayers from homes and mosques filtering thru my balcony. Quite an awesome phenomenon for a westerner to hear, Sarajevo is where the east meets west, I can see that now. I cane across a mosque in old town and witnessed the men and woman separated for prayer, shoes off, a fountain of some sort had significance I don’t understand. I can feel that I am not of this place and the people here have been friendly so far, but I don’t want just to be a gawking tourist that runs and guns with a camera. Still its so exotic Its difficult not to do just that. There is an ancient culture here, timeless.
A shot out of the jeeps window. Just an everyday sight.
A wet dark day on the prairie, driving the gravel backroads.
Just a couple shots, nothing fancy.