Rayanne and I attended a birthday bash that became a family reunion in Big River Sask.
Just a few pics from that weekend here.
Im posting these pictures for Dino Subo. Dino was my fixer and now he is my friend. Without Dino’s help I could not have photographed in Sarajevo as easily as he made it. I will also find a way to share these images with the protesters that wanted not to be forgotten and of which shared their time, coffee and food with me while I was there. I thank you all.
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.
Nick Otto is another workshop participant waiting for the start of this thing as I am. We just walked around, killing time. Saw a dog, first one I saw here. He was loose in old town, looked healthy but leary. Also saw the spot where the first world war broke out in 1914. So many more conflicts followed. I never feel threatened or unsafe here, its hard for me to imagine these kind people at war. Met up with the painter Mersad Kuldija again in old town, I really like his work, he was with his daughter and wife today. Later in the evening met up with our fixer Nikola for beers later on food and then called it a night. The city is alive and the market is busy with tourists and locals, having dinner smoking at the hooka bars, I’ll have to try that, but I can’t imagine Medicine Hat having such a vibrant culture of street life. In any event, here are todays pics from the walkabout.
The plans I had for getting out and about took a back seat to snoozing much of the day away. Call it jet lag, whatever, I was in need of a reboot. Its evening now and back home its noon. But I convinced myself that good photos rarely happen in midday, which is true, so my guilt was soothed by that reasoning. I did get out about 3 pm and wandered the old market, had falafel and chatted with local artisans. I may still go tonight yet, the cannon in Sarajevo just fired signalling the end of the days fasting. Ramadan is on.