It was the winter of 2010. Only thirteen, soon to be fourteen, years have passed since then but it feels like it happened a lifetime ago.
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I was driving around the central or northern parts of Istra and I took a few photographs along the way. I recognize some of the stuff in the old photographs I'm presenting in today's post but I only vaguely recall the area in which they were taken.
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That's why I can't tell you much here.
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I'd better let the pictures talk about the winter of 2010. Believe it or not, shuttered windows ...
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... and barren trees can be surprisingly eloquent in the absence of words.
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Here you can see the door of an old house in the "Frlan Milana" street. I know the street, I know the number, but I have no idea in what town or village this photograph could have been taken.
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This last shot is an exception that proves the rule. I know these reeds very well. They grow by the side of the road, more or less halfway between my hometown and the city of Pula.
