One of my spontaneously taken personal favorites. Taken on Šmarna gora late one afternoon a long time ago. The log has such a weightless look, just staying in the air without support, the only support seen are these weak branches. And suddenly it just kicks out from the blurry background.
Walking on the lovely streets of Florence, so tender, but so passionate. "Signiorina" and the "Cita". I wonder towards what dream that iPod is helping her. I kind of love this picture. It reminds me of some typical Italian movie.