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They won't let me to Ukraine again.To see a friend. Few friends.Maybe, the next shift on the border, next weekend. 5th time.So I drove in circles. Why not, on a parking lot.They asked me, what the fuck I am doing.I said, driving in the fucking circles on a fucking empty parking lot. Till next time.Driving for the light2023
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The bird sailing *on the left side of the pole
The Truckstop Symphony Driving For The Light 2023
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Slovak border crossing with Ukraine blocked as wider truck protest looms. (As titled, by @reuters) I went to check nearby. Loaded a roll of film and sat into a car. A dozens trucks on the highway at standstill. Unusual sight near Durdosik village. About the war, what else can I do. I also have friends there. Or had. War affects everything around, everybody and everywhere. It is a shame of human race.
Yes, I have song played in a car, of course. Pygmy Lush - It's A Good Day To Hide It is sort of, sad. As my thoughts there.
Driving for the light 14:23 - 25.11.2023 Jano Urda
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Someone wise once said, that a car gives you some sense of freedom. And the camera, the meaning. People who know me well, understand, I have not much to say, usually. It can be also very annoying, sometimes. I like to drive alone, thinking about possible passenger next to me once.
The Road Trip Diary 2023
It is all about a song playing while I pressed the button, as that's the only I do. So - Still Corners - Far Rider (long) play it now.
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I shoot 24 frames 35mm Ilford HP5+ usually.
I do notes, mostly.
It is boring, mostly.
I like to take notes.
Mostly.
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There is nothing better, than little road trip with 3 rolls of film.
On The Road
2023
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Essay for a seasonal workers (part.1)
Short term
Scotland, UK 2017
I was always thinking about myself as a worker of some kind.I was always living in the past, when they wore blue overalls.Back then. And now. Even I don't know why and how. I ran towards them. Stayed for a while. For a little talks and tired evening walks. With half broken camera and very few rolls of film. Of course, I never took it when I should. My agony of the repetiton. I am scared when I asked you, what are doing in real life. As scared, as you were.
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Scarecrows
Longterm 2015 -
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A house with no roof
I forgot where it was
I have no idea at all
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Man who brings Koudelka's book
In my room /2017
Long term
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Grandfather in his beekeeping shed. He has to build it twice, once it was burned down. Same as life goes. Sometimes everything burns.
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