Na dan, ko ima mesto Celje svoj praznik je bilo po nepotrebnem uničenih dober ducat dreves.
On the day when Celje is celebrating its own holiday a dozen of trees were unnecessarily cut down.
Na dan, ko ima mesto Celje svoj praznik je bilo po nepotrebnem uničenih dober ducat dreves.
On the day when Celje is celebrating its own holiday a dozen of trees were unnecessarily cut down.
Jurij Tepeš, Planica, 2013
Brata Ruud pod Bloudkovo velikanko 1935, katero je zgradil gradbenik in alpinist Ivan Rožman, ki je kot prvi na svetu uporabil “snežni cement”.
(foto Lojze Šmuc, Ljubljana)
Že pred izvedbo tekme so prireditelji imeli velike težave z mednarodno smučarsko zvezo. Norvežani so se po skokih za trening, kjer so dosegli daljavo 99 m, odločili bojkotirati uradni del tekme. Njihovemu bojkotu so se pridružili tudi avstrijski skakalci. Tako je v konkurenci zmagal Poljak Maruszarz z 87,5 m. Vreme je bilo sončno. Skoke si je ogledalo 12.000 obiskovalcev. Vlaka iz Zagreba in Beljaka sta pripeljala na postajo v Rateče z veliko zamudo, ko se je uradni del tekme že odvijal. Na rekord je bilo potrebno počakati še do naslednje pomladi.
France Mihelič, Mrtvi kurent, 1955, barvni lesorez, 47 x 70 cm
Pred vojno je bilo pustno poskakovanje kurenta večkrat prepovedano. Razlog so bili pretepi med posameznimi skupinami kurentov. Kurenti so se med seboj postavljali z metanjem ježevk v zrak in jih lovili. Največja sramota za kurenta je bila, če so mu na silo sneli kapo ali vzeli zvonce. Tega se je bal vsak, saj je to pomenilo sramoto tako zanj kot za domačijo in vas (zvonci so bili pomemben del družinske tradicije in so prehajali iz roda v rod). Zato so imeli za pasom tudi strelno orožje. Tako je prišlo tudi do krvavih kurentovih srečanj…
Zrak v Celju, Mariboru in Ljubljani.
Trdni delci PM10: Uredba o kakovosti zunanjega zraka, Ur.list RS, št. 9/2011
Dnevna mejna vrednost za varovanje zdravja ljudi (čas povprečja 1 ura): 50 µg/m3, ne sme biti presežena več kot 35-krat v koledarskem letu.
A couple of months ago, I was riding along a street I don’t often ride along, a guy standing in the front-garden of his back-lit house caught my attention. (The scene looked far more appealing than this picture conveys). I felt the need to photograph this dude. With my camera ready, I walked towards him and asked him if I could take his portrait. It’s such a trip asking strangers, especially for a landscape photographer. He responded in a heavy accent “I’m from Slovenia”. Being from Belgium, which is also not-Australia, it immediately felt like we had something in common. Suddenly the loneliness of this dude in this brown gravel desert struck me. I could imagine myself as a 70+ yo immigrant. I hastily took a few mediocre shots, hands were shaken and I rode off along a street back-lit houses, having some feeling.
Autumn reflections at Zelenci Spring, Slovenia (by RenatoG_rm).
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