Et si tu n'existais pas

 

A Bulgarian version of the song I did.

CATV

Six decades later.

LAN Support

Gropers.

A Bit Of Garden Happiness

My small yucca in full bloom.

Same As Ever

To the best of my knowledge, the first articulate word I've ever pronounced when a baby was Didi. There she is, Didi, my second cousin who, turning fifty in a couple of months, doesn't look to be more than thirty-eight; and I still don't know her secret.

Snail Mail

Really touched: a kind letter from Google!!

Love Is In The Air

Saint Valentine's Day at school.

Spring's Approaching

Signs of life!

Her New Job

Bernar's office: for the time being, one of the most reliable Internet provider for Sofia District region and beyond...

Rossy's Driving Lessons

In the test car while smiling for my camera.




The driving instructor - talking to a couple of guys.




Moments before the lesson begins.




There we go...




On the road, behind the steering weel.




Driving on her own, practising herself, summer sunset in the eyes.




First aid training course for drivers.




Theory test: passed with two wrong answers out of sixty.

Tutty

Big doggy eyes peered into a mob camera lens.




First thing should be done by the average reputable let loose dog - mark some territory: "Hands off that rose, stinkers!"



Nuzzled into Rossy's soothing palms.

Cooking Rossy

In the citchen of her Grannies' house: preparing sallad for a delicious lunch.




In the citchen of her own: cooking toothsome French fries.




Wiping glassess for a tasty drink.

Countryside Cycling

Riding away from the humdrum of the town in a warmy Sunday afternoon.




Speeding downhill at 30 mph: who's gonna get first to the end of the world!




Taking a short rest in the shadow of a lonesome tree.




A close-up view of a resting Rossy.




Behind are the fields of green and the blue sky with a few living clouds in it.

On the way back home: wise finger pointing to the right direction.

Haircut

In front of the mirror: left to the mercy of my hairdresser Emmy's expert hands, combs and scissors.

Cellular World

My phonely gifted cousin Dobry and his beautiful, so genial and always smiling wife - in their small mob shop I dropped in at by the way.

Vengeance

Woke up this morning and I just had to find a third molehill next to the yesterday's ones... Probably there's a whole army of those moles down there! All around my house - tens of thousands of those satanic creatures! A whole new generation of them! Well, the fight goes on...

Pets And Pests

Hero of the day! That uggly, nameless, always grubby cat,
representative of the omnivorous cats family, killed the beast that has made over a thousand molehills in my garden in less than a year. And this unique character chews anything - from thin nylon carrier bags to greasy handkerchiefs!




Nylon breakfast...




...tissue lunch.

And there they are, the last two masterpieces the late mole created the morning before its tragic death. And that made them 1002.

Trinity

Mariyan - the guy who told me about Blogger.
Posing for me with his two-toed cat, next to his peculiar bonsai.

Vernal Equinox

Spring has finally sprung: blossoms on my trees!

Vine-dressing

Vine trimming and getting a few corns on my fingers.

The Neighbourhood

Old woman struggling with senile sclerosis. Her name is Nayda - one of the few things she still remembers well in her fading mind.

My next-door neighbour Peter in his work room.