<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509</id><updated>2011-08-02T02:23:21.670+02:00</updated><category term='today on the toilet'/><category term='do you also...?'/><title type='text'>Everyday Photo</title><subtitle type='html'>the life by my eyes</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-5587004088503444673</id><published>2010-01-14T11:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:35:22.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/S07wrE2_cwI/AAAAAAAAI2s/mbT7dNipvKE/s1600-h/PF2010a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/S07wrE2_cwI/AAAAAAAAI2s/mbT7dNipvKE/s400/PF2010a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426539223857459970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little delay (but you know I'm a busy girl), I wish you all a happy new year !!! I hope all of your dreams will come true and you will get exactly where do you want to in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new year started quite funny, since I celebrated a new years' eve alone at home (I was going to work the next day, so...), and just at midnight, I have kicked the sofa by the mistake and broken my little toe, so... Wasn't that a good sign for my new year??? ... Yeah... it wasn't... I know that... I couldn't walk correctly whole week, so this was probably a God's sign saying: 'See, girl, this is how your new year is gonna look like, you little bitch!'&lt;br /&gt;I would swear I even heard him screaming it at me when I was laying down in agony with my broken toe which hurt as a hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is gonna be my new year, so there's actually nothing new about it. At least, I will have a lot of things to write about :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have a good one, you all !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-5587004088503444673?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/5587004088503444673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=5587004088503444673&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/5587004088503444673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/5587004088503444673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year !!!'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/S07wrE2_cwI/AAAAAAAAI2s/mbT7dNipvKE/s72-c/PF2010a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-1801039560752666505</id><published>2009-12-15T18:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T18:53:09.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This crazy Xmas time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SyfHqq0cewI/AAAAAAAAI1w/bFxU_DaP3ZQ/s1600-h/_MG_5419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SyfHqq0cewI/AAAAAAAAI1w/bFxU_DaP3ZQ/s400/_MG_5419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415516612799003394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time before Christmas drives me crazy. I mean, in general, I really love Christmas and it's really an important time for my family and it's just lovely. But before this all starts, you have to pass this awful and stressful period of finding perfect gifts for everybody. I really love giving presents. But when I already have some.&lt;br /&gt;I drive my mother crazy too. I call her several times a day to ask if if I buy this and that gift, it will be a perfect gift for this and that person. When these my calls every year start, my mum is very communicative trying to give me advices, because she knows this is a huge problem for me every year. I just want to have a perfect gift for everybody. By Xmas being closer and closer, my mum starts to be curt in her advices. She is tired by me and she says for any gift that it's perfectly perfect. Does she really knows what am I getting to people? I think she doesn't even listen to me anymore. I'm losing my trust in her advices about Xmas gifts. Anyway, I should not be suprised about this. Yesterday I called her 3 times about the same gift for my father. She said it's great 3 times and I still didn't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so crazy about my gifts that the last time, I even wanted to ask my mum if my gift for her is gonna be perfect. Maybe I should have ask her just to see if she really listened or she just said a thoughtless "yes" because she knew that all of my calls before Xmas are about gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she just trusts me and she knows that if I won't die or go nuts until the Xmas eve, my gifts are gonna be great. Anyway, Christmas are not about gifts, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-1801039560752666505?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/1801039560752666505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=1801039560752666505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1801039560752666505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1801039560752666505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-crazy-xmas-time.html' title='This crazy Xmas time'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SyfHqq0cewI/AAAAAAAAI1w/bFxU_DaP3ZQ/s72-c/_MG_5419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-7116189379252763719</id><published>2009-09-20T13:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:03:29.832+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My village nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SrYU5zNET8I/AAAAAAAAIvI/hf9jzxmmjqU/s1600-h/_MG_7934_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SrYU5zNET8I/AAAAAAAAIvI/hf9jzxmmjqU/s400/_MG_7934_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383513387798122434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first of all, I should say: YES, I'm still alive! Some of you might be worried since I haven't written anything a longtime. I've been just kinda busy lately, so now, I'm having a little time to write...&lt;br /&gt;I'm spending a weekend at my parents' place in a village far from Prague, far from my daily routines, far from my kinda stressing life. After a longtime, I came here again. And I realized that I almost forgot how is it here. A beautiful place full of nostalgia and piece. Seems to be nearly a dream for someone who's used to live in a big city where you cannot stop for either a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Here, time seems to stay all the time the same. And let you forget everything but feel kinda original, basic emotions. A simple basic feelings of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I couldn't live here like all the time long. Just a weekend time to time is enough to remind me to slow down a little bit and try to observe some little beauties and pleasures that I neglect during most of my usual days. This feeling will keep in me several weeks after this weekend. Then I have to come again and let nature surround me in a certain way for a moment. It keeps my life in a kind of harmony.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you can understand. Maybe few pics that I've done yesterday could help you to feel it a way I do. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tera-Kovarnikova-photographer/101867484095#/album.php?aid=108807&amp;amp;id=101867484095&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;So check it out&lt;/a&gt; !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-7116189379252763719?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/7116189379252763719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=7116189379252763719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7116189379252763719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7116189379252763719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-village-nostalgia.html' title='My village nostalgia'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SrYU5zNET8I/AAAAAAAAIvI/hf9jzxmmjqU/s72-c/_MG_7934_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-5529980498097852466</id><published>2009-07-23T17:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:47:51.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Slide show - Country style Karlštejn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SmiExX8CPzI/AAAAAAAAIr8/W6wwMgfChXE/s1600-h/_MG_7005a_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SmiExX8CPzI/AAAAAAAAIr8/W6wwMgfChXE/s400/_MG_7005a_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361681340158852914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've done a slide show for Country style photo shoot in Karlštejn, as usually you can check it out in my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TeraTheCheater"&gt;YouTube Channel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And this time, I can also show you &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=90793&amp;amp;id=572259160&amp;amp;l=881c60d6ee"&gt;few documentation pics&lt;/a&gt; made by Silvie, thanks! So you can see a little how we work :)&lt;br /&gt;It's an awful storm outside today in Prague, so we've been really lucky for the weather on Sunday! I hope you enjoy our works, so watch it, comment, subscribe and follow! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-5529980498097852466?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/5529980498097852466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=5529980498097852466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/5529980498097852466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/5529980498097852466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/07/slide-show-country-style-karlstejn.html' title='Slide show - Country style Karlštejn'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SmiExX8CPzI/AAAAAAAAIr8/W6wwMgfChXE/s72-c/_MG_7005a_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-1778734328867837624</id><published>2009-07-22T02:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:25:20.305+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion photo shoot Karlštejn 19/07/2009 - country style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SmZasFRivGI/AAAAAAAAIrw/HBoFZ5exsJU/s1600-h/_MG_7003a_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SmZasFRivGI/AAAAAAAAIrw/HBoFZ5exsJU/s400/_MG_7003a_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361072119807655010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is - our next fashion photo shoot! This time we decided to make something a little more romantic, country style, magic village life. We've done a great job! 1GB of material actually, the photo shoot took almost 7 hours actually! Really tiring, we all almost fell asleep on our way back to Prague...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, so check out &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=90218&amp;amp;id=572259160&amp;amp;l=ea09d08d74"&gt;the final collection&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little info about this photo shoot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal; font-family: verdana;font-family:georgia;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photographer: &lt;/span&gt;Tera Kovarnikova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fashion stylist:&lt;/span&gt; Zoli Banda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make-up artist:&lt;/span&gt; Silvie Cerna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;models:&lt;/span&gt; Eva Sanova, Barbora Safarova and Terezka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks a lot to: &lt;/span&gt;Jarmila and Barbora Safarovy for lending us a place and animals for our photo shoot (horse stables Poucnik Karlstejn, Czech republic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;special thanks to:&lt;/span&gt; Zina Vasilache for taking my work shift in a shop instead of me on Sunday, so I could make this photo shoot, and Jana Menzova for lending us a lot of shoes and dresses from her personal wardrobe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. Hope you enjoy my pics! Slide show for my youtube channel will be done soon - wait for it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-1778734328867837624?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/1778734328867837624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=1778734328867837624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1778734328867837624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1778734328867837624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/07/fashion-photo-shoot-karlstejn-19072009.html' title='Fashion photo shoot Karlštejn 19/07/2009 - country style'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SmZasFRivGI/AAAAAAAAIrw/HBoFZ5exsJU/s72-c/_MG_7003a_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-8707544791991325157</id><published>2009-07-15T12:40:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:53:08.197+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My little niece, *13th July 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sl2y8t6enUI/AAAAAAAAIrA/Mhc2Frb5DJA/s1600-h/_MG_6733a_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sl2y8t6enUI/AAAAAAAAIrA/Mhc2Frb5DJA/s400/_MG_6733a_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358635887827524930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I became an aunt on Monday! And here she is, a little star, a celebrity that is gonna be photographed by me a lot! I think she's really cute, but for now, she didn't seem to enjoy me photographing her a lot. She hided her face all the time. Well, I saw her just once for now, so here are few first pics. Next time, I hope she's gonna be more open to my camera :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sl20XHt2m4I/AAAAAAAAIrI/0RJMFLw3Wug/s1600-h/_MG_6725a_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sl20XHt2m4I/AAAAAAAAIrI/0RJMFLw3Wug/s200/_MG_6725a_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358637440942119810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sl20XUm4vBI/AAAAAAAAIrQ/HOomQ_zUuJ0/s1600-h/_MG_6730a_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sl20XUm4vBI/AAAAAAAAIrQ/HOomQ_zUuJ0/s200/_MG_6730a_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358637444402560018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sl20XnvUYQI/AAAAAAAAIrY/9cX9sM2sw9Y/s1600-h/_MG_6734a_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sl20XnvUYQI/AAAAAAAAIrY/9cX9sM2sw9Y/s200/_MG_6734a_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358637449538199810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-8707544791991325157?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/8707544791991325157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=8707544791991325157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/8707544791991325157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/8707544791991325157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-little-niece-13th-july-2009.html' title='My little niece, *13th July 2009'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sl2y8t6enUI/AAAAAAAAIrA/Mhc2Frb5DJA/s72-c/_MG_6733a_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-6944853727588874285</id><published>2009-07-14T00:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T00:59:31.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My facebook fan page!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Slu76yit0nI/AAAAAAAAIqc/mokfNwo8VGc/s1600-h/Image25a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Slu76yit0nI/AAAAAAAAIqc/mokfNwo8VGc/s400/Image25a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358082800361525874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've managed this my new &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tera-Kovarnikova-photographer/101867484095"&gt;Facebook Fan Page&lt;/a&gt; ! Become fans and support my work !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-6944853727588874285?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/6944853727588874285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=6944853727588874285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/6944853727588874285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/6944853727588874285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-facebook-fan-page.html' title='My facebook fan page!'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Slu76yit0nI/AAAAAAAAIqc/mokfNwo8VGc/s72-c/Image25a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-689903929470106728</id><published>2009-07-08T00:20:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:27:35.937+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My official website now in operation !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SlPLPsoJNAI/AAAAAAAAIQk/ygRQjOPGhMI/s1600-h/_MG_1106a+Reflex+camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SlPLPsoJNAI/AAAAAAAAIQk/ygRQjOPGhMI/s400/_MG_1106a+Reflex+camera.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355847852411663362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well... my official photo website is now in operation!! I'm still gonna keep my blog, my public diary, but as an official presentation of my work - here it is !! &lt;a href="http://www.tera-photo.com/"&gt;www.tera-photo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-689903929470106728?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/689903929470106728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=689903929470106728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/689903929470106728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/689903929470106728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-official-website-now-in-operation.html' title='My official website now in operation !!!'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SlPLPsoJNAI/AAAAAAAAIQk/ygRQjOPGhMI/s72-c/_MG_1106a+Reflex+camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-7487684591069356674</id><published>2009-07-05T22:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:47:55.841+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's collection slide show in YouTube</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SlEQn_XRRlI/AAAAAAAAH-g/8hlILsHlUzs/s1600-h/_MG_6690a_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SlEQn_XRRlI/AAAAAAAAH-g/8hlILsHlUzs/s400/_MG_6690a_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355079711130207826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've finally done a slide show for Zoli's men's collection. Check it out in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TeraTheCheater"&gt;my YouTube channel &lt;/a&gt;! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-7487684591069356674?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/7487684591069356674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=7487684591069356674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7487684591069356674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7487684591069356674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/07/mens-collection-slide-show-in-youtube.html' title='Men&apos;s collection slide show in YouTube'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SlEQn_XRRlI/AAAAAAAAH-g/8hlILsHlUzs/s72-c/_MG_6690a_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-1919431391019359139</id><published>2009-07-02T13:57:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:08:21.002+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Men's collection and Zoli's portraits photo shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Skyg18YVqsI/AAAAAAAAH-M/f2-6NM46hS8/s1600-h/_MG_6634a_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Skyg18YVqsI/AAAAAAAAH-M/f2-6NM46hS8/s400/_MG_6634a_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353830905638398658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we've done a photo shoot of men's collection with Zoli. He also wanted to have some portraits of him, so he decided to stand in front of my objective alone for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally we wanted to take pics in some hotel or an atelier. Everything failed of course. But we already took free at work and the other model counted on us too, everything was ready, so we decided to do it in Zoli's apartment. I told him it's gonna be a little hard in such a tentative place, but we didn't have much to choose from, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been at Zoli's before. It's an awful, ugly, messy, small flat. I was kinda desperate when I came. I've told him at first that I'm not really sure if something good will happen in here... but... we tried... And finally, everything ended fine. We had a lot of fun during this photo shoot, it was absolutely crazy, it took 4 hours and we all were totally drained after. And we all proved ourselfs that we are able to work at any place, even with such a AWFUL conditions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=85845&amp;amp;id=572259160&amp;amp;l=9133e48e44"&gt;And here you can check the outcome :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-1919431391019359139?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/1919431391019359139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=1919431391019359139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1919431391019359139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1919431391019359139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/07/mens-collection-and-zolis-portraits.html' title='Men&apos;s collection and Zoli&apos;s portraits photo shoot'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Skyg18YVqsI/AAAAAAAAH-M/f2-6NM46hS8/s72-c/_MG_6634a_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-504231019901858720</id><published>2009-06-30T23:02:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:23:27.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am engaged !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Skp9l4vYjZI/AAAAAAAAH-E/H7pPuM5xBsM/s1600-h/_MG_2193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Skp9l4vYjZI/AAAAAAAAH-E/H7pPuM5xBsM/s400/_MG_2193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353229196923014546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work, I got engaged to my friend (the fashion stylist)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I got a ring and we decided, that we both are real relationship losers, so if we won't find the right one until the age of 35, we will get married together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should know that I'm already divorced once, so I'm kinda sceptic in this, so I welcomed this my friend's idea. I don't think to find someone who's able to stand me until my 35 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should also know that my friend is gay. So we plan to get married and have a plenty of lovers. Coz we simply can't sleep together.&lt;br /&gt;My friend is so excited about this idea, that he said he is going to remove all of my possible good partners until that age. He said he's gonna seduce them to take them off me. It won't be that hard, since I don't really have any possible good partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually a really good resolution of my situation, to marry a gay and have a plenty of lovers. What more would girl need?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm an artist, so don't judge me, ok? People already think I'm weird anyway, so I can easily do this ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During celebration of our engagement in a really beautiful restaurant, we managed some of our next photo shoot in their area. It's really a beautiful restaurant so we started to plan a photo shoot of another collection in there. They were even happy that we asked them! It was actually a compliment for them, so... see - Zoli and Tera are becoming celebrities !!! :o)&lt;br /&gt;As a married couple, we are gonna be really famous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-504231019901858720?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/504231019901858720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=504231019901858720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/504231019901858720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/504231019901858720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-engaged.html' title='I am engaged !'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Skp9l4vYjZI/AAAAAAAAH-E/H7pPuM5xBsM/s72-c/_MG_2193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-7741987886529990684</id><published>2009-06-25T23:49:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:34:22.681+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on my new website</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SkPxJHNOfeI/AAAAAAAAH90/9hk0tcvJizE/s1600-h/_MG_4051a+Garden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SkPxJHNOfeI/AAAAAAAAH90/9hk0tcvJizE/s400/_MG_4051a+Garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351385921101921762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started to work on my first official photo website, 'coz I really do need to have some serious presentation of my work. I've done the concept, that is available &lt;a href="http://tera-photo.byznysweb.cz/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; . I'm still working on it, adding new pics in gallery and trying to brush it all, but it will take me some little time yet. When it's all done, the adress will be www.tera-photo.com , but I will let you know when this adress is starting to work...&lt;br /&gt;I've got some new offers and possibilities with my photos lately, so think of me, I hope everything is gonna be great now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-7741987886529990684?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/7741987886529990684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=7741987886529990684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7741987886529990684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7741987886529990684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/06/working-on-my-new-website.html' title='Working on my new website'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SkPxJHNOfeI/AAAAAAAAH90/9hk0tcvJizE/s72-c/_MG_4051a+Garden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-7482074491327654926</id><published>2009-06-21T12:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:28:49.294+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion photoshooting for Zoli Banda, a fashion stylist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sj4IfDn5nII/AAAAAAAAH6o/oQ02mMORqsQ/s1600-h/_MG_6504a_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sj4IfDn5nII/AAAAAAAAH6o/oQ02mMORqsQ/s400/_MG_6504a_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349722737004354690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I've done a great fashion photoshooting for a fashion stylist, my coworker and friend, Zoli Banda. It was a great day, even if it rained a little bit when we got started. We've done a lot of work, the photoshooting took like over 4 hours and I worked on my pictures next 5 hours. It was a busy day, but it went for it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I would like to thank a lot to Zoli Banda, that fashion stylist without whom I would not make it at all, I would also like to thank to Ivana Snaselova, our beautiful model, who got a little mad in the end, because it was too long and tiring photoshooting, so I'm sorry for that, I would like to thank to Silvie Cerna, Jana Droscakova and Joshua McCollister, our great assistents who helped us to carry a lot of stuff and work it all out. Thank you all, guys!&lt;br /&gt;Well, check &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/t.kovarnikova/PhotoshootingForZoliAFashionStylist#"&gt;my PicasaWeb&lt;/a&gt; for pictures from this photoshooting, and as usually also &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TeraTheCheater"&gt;my YouTube Channel&lt;/a&gt; for a little slideshow.&lt;br /&gt;My great friend Joshua McCollister is still working on a little promo video from this photoshooting, that he recorded for us. I'll let you know and post a link when it's done :)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of a weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-7482074491327654926?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/7482074491327654926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=7482074491327654926&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7482074491327654926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7482074491327654926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/06/fashion-photoshooting-for-zoli-banda.html' title='Fashion photoshooting for Zoli Banda, a fashion stylist'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sj4IfDn5nII/AAAAAAAAH6o/oQ02mMORqsQ/s72-c/_MG_6504a_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-2683434134036215601</id><published>2009-06-10T23:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:26:52.917+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Art !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SjAjN-FVmqI/AAAAAAAAHzY/GPfJoGTWNUQ/s1600-h/_MG_5997b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SjAjN-FVmqI/AAAAAAAAHzY/GPfJoGTWNUQ/s400/_MG_5997b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345811480599435938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am again with new pictures! I had a great chance yesterday to become a photografer of a unique theatre performance called Traffic Art here in Prague. The actors and producers of this project are students of DAMU (czech theatre uni), department of an alternative theatre.&lt;br /&gt;The goal was to make travelling by cars and public transport a little more joyful and pleasant for people, at least for this one day. They played small sketches in trams, subway, buses, at the stops or near the road, just to make some fun for people who are bored and annoyed by daily travelling.&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TeraTheCheater"&gt;my YouTube Channel&lt;/a&gt; for a slide show and &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/t.kovarnikova/TrafficArt#"&gt;my Picasa Web&lt;/a&gt; for photos !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For insiders: I'm very sorry for a few hours delay with my photos, I had just some connection problems today... Anyway, thanks guys for a great day !!! I hope you will enjoy my pics !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-2683434134036215601?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/2683434134036215601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=2683434134036215601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/2683434134036215601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/2683434134036215601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/06/traffic-art.html' title='Traffic Art !!!'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SjAjN-FVmqI/AAAAAAAAHzY/GPfJoGTWNUQ/s72-c/_MG_5997b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-3672608388792084477</id><published>2009-05-30T00:51:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:59:18.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The new video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SiBoTzP9RCI/AAAAAAAAHu0/GAIcNGJG9hg/s1600-h/04+Linda+and+a+wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SiBoTzP9RCI/AAAAAAAAHu0/GAIcNGJG9hg/s400/04+Linda+and+a+wheel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341383847445349410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished a new photo slide show, that is dedicated to my sister Linda, who was my first model many years ago, and I still love to take pictures of her! Check it out in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TeraTheCheater"&gt;my YouTube Channel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-3672608388792084477?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/3672608388792084477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=3672608388792084477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/3672608388792084477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/3672608388792084477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-video.html' title='The new video'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SiBoTzP9RCI/AAAAAAAAHu0/GAIcNGJG9hg/s72-c/04+Linda+and+a+wheel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-2431403872584891799</id><published>2009-05-28T18:13:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:01:54.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion against AIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sh64vB9Ey5I/AAAAAAAAHuo/S7cP1DPA-XM/s1600-h/004+Faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sh64vB9Ey5I/AAAAAAAAHuo/S7cP1DPA-XM/s400/004+Faces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340909326225951634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who know me also know that I'm really interested in charity. It's not like that I think I help so much, I just think that it's simply human to do it.&lt;br /&gt;But I also know that most of the people don't really care a lot about. Because they have their own problems and whatever. But if you think a little deeper - it's so easy you to be at even much worse situation than you're now and then you will be that one who needs the help of others. And will you be really able to ask for that help that you never really gave?&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, we all pretend it doesn't touch us, and why we should search for some charities that could need our help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is, a challenge for you all. What about to get something really nice for your donation?&lt;br /&gt;You know that I'm also a employee of H&amp;amp;M. So this company made a new great collection of dresses, that is called &lt;a href="http://www.hm.com/cz/#/faa2009/"&gt;Fashion against AIDS&lt;/a&gt;. The dresses (mostly male/female t-shirts or so) are designed by some really famous people, like Katty Pery, Moby, Tokio Hotel or Dita von Teese. Wouldn't you like to have such a original piece of dress in your wardrobe? Made by some of your favorite singer or celebrity? So go - and in the same time, you will donate a fight against AIDS. The campaign started today and the dresses are buying fastly by a lot of customers, so hurry up!&lt;br /&gt;Sounds a good deal, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I've got a great &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9_Am7NXTPzc/SgCt-UJhceI/AAAAAAAADh8/CEPMQvjNkbk/hm2%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;body dress by Katy Perr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9_Am7NXTPzc/SgCt-UJhceI/AAAAAAAADh8/CEPMQvjNkbk/hm2%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;y&lt;/a&gt; today;o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-2431403872584891799?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/2431403872584891799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=2431403872584891799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/2431403872584891799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/2431403872584891799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/05/fashion-against-aids.html' title='Fashion against AIDS'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sh64vB9Ey5I/AAAAAAAAHuo/S7cP1DPA-XM/s72-c/004+Faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-1307586127642946507</id><published>2009-05-26T19:18:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:29:59.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My working day with a hard hangover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ShwkitHWORI/AAAAAAAAHuU/32EoG9L8I0Y/s1600-h/_MG_1103a+Glass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ShwkitHWORI/AAAAAAAAHuU/32EoG9L8I0Y/s400/_MG_1103a+Glass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340183436799129874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, after work (we had a long work shift), me and my collegue decided to go for one beer before to go home. You know, just to relax and sleep well then.&lt;br /&gt;BUT - if any czech will ever tell you that goes for ONE beer, NEVER beleive to it!! We are not able just to take one beer and go home. So my one beer suddenly changed in a lot of beers and a lot of different shots, at all in 3 different pubs somewhere in Prague and my night 4 km walk on my feets home, because in the time when I was already really super drunk, I realized that the time 2am is quite late for the last subway... So I had to walk home across Prague. Luckily, I had a nice company during all my walk, a guy who I met late in the night in some pub (well, today I can't exactly tell you how he looked like...) and who decided to follow me during my way, probably because I didn't really look like someone who's able to make it alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nice classic czech drinking evening. Just classic. BUT - omg, why do I always drink when I have to work the next day?? And even more - the morning shift??&lt;br /&gt;For first, I overslept in the morning, of course. But still, I had like 10 min to get ready and come in time to my work. 10 minutes is not really a lot for someone with super hard hangover, but I made it and I was at work just one minute before I should have started. Absolutely useless, with a headache, some stomach problems, super red eyes and walking a little badly, but I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my morning was going in that by drunkers so known spirit --- am I going to throw up... or am I not... ? A question of a destiny. I wasn't really sure. But I want to make you sure that finally, I didn't, luckily. I got better during like 4 terrible hours and I started to work normally and to have a little normal expression in my face (that "talk to me slowly, I'm not able to catch any of your words and I'm absolutely stupid" one was finally gone) and I got definitelly better after my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end, everything ended fine. I didn't make any fuck up at work and I was able to prove people that I just got some morning nausea.&lt;br /&gt;A lesson from this story - never drink the night before you have to work, or better - never drink that much at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-1307586127642946507?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/1307586127642946507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=1307586127642946507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1307586127642946507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1307586127642946507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-working-day-with-hard-hangover.html' title='My working day with a hard hangover'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ShwkitHWORI/AAAAAAAAHuU/32EoG9L8I0Y/s72-c/_MG_1103a+Glass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-909428485919433407</id><published>2009-05-24T12:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:15:42.277+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First view judgements</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ShkhxfQJlUI/AAAAAAAAHuA/qZDEOsDLudU/s1600-h/_MG_5619a_frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ShkhxfQJlUI/AAAAAAAAHuA/qZDEOsDLudU/s400/_MG_5619a_frame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339335967310976322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my biggest mistakes. I always think I can guess someone's personality just after few minutes. But I absolutely can't. Almost always I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I have real tends for fast judgements. Not only for bad ones, but even for good ones which is maybe even worse for me then.&lt;br /&gt;Because yes, I fastly consider some people as an evil creatures that don't deserve my attention and probably I'm losing possible good friends like this. But I never know it or I know it later and I can still change my opinions about them.&lt;br /&gt;But what is worse, that I even fastly consider someone as the best person ever while they are real jerks. And this takes me a really long time to realize that I made a mistake in my judgement.&lt;br /&gt;Because this leads to my biggest problem - I fall in love with ideas of people, with dreams that I make about them, not with real themselfs. I know about this a longtime. But it's going to be harder and harder to judge what is real and what is just my wish that I pretend to be real.&lt;br /&gt;And like this, problem no 1 together with problem no 2, makes me being the worst creature for the relationship ever. Because if I fall for someone, who makes this great first impression, I'm able to keep it a really longtime. I mean - REALLY longtime.&lt;br /&gt;That makes me thinking - have I ever been really in love with someone? Or am I just loving my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Because, being honest, every my relationship until now ended like a total fuck up when after a really longtime I was like - OMG, what the fuck am I doing??? And where's my reason for this all? Because I don't really beleive that after my many relationships with men, each of them really so changed after a time in that evil, feelingless bastard who only uses my naive minds and big gestures for them. I should start to know that they were like this all the time. But I'm just not able to see it. Omg, so many times, am I so unteachable? That makes my life being harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just really idiot. But I still prefer to be idiot in a couple than a single idiot, because now I'm a single idiot what makes me feeling to be super unattractive, bored and having tends to fall again for someone with a nice first impression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-909428485919433407?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/909428485919433407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=909428485919433407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/909428485919433407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/909428485919433407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-view-judgements.html' title='First view judgements'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ShkhxfQJlUI/AAAAAAAAHuA/qZDEOsDLudU/s72-c/_MG_5619a_frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-667951279944614484</id><published>2009-05-23T15:20:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:41:06.649+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Shf4q2D6zzI/AAAAAAAAHt4/wh4BnMeGnU4/s1600-h/_MG_1131a+Sunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Shf4q2D6zzI/AAAAAAAAHt4/wh4BnMeGnU4/s400/_MG_1131a+Sunglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339009298221158194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's new with me... I'm still being super busy with my new job, that is great after long weeks of doing nothing that almost made me being crazy... But as I'm not really used to work so much now, I'm usually really tired and it happens often that I fall asleep and I'm like dead. What happened to me yesterday, I slept 15 hours!!! My god, ME, who usually sleeps 6 hours max. I just absolutely fell off and I don't even know how and where I fell asleep, only I realized during the night then that I left my comp on, so with this post I'm sorry to all people that tried to contact me yesterday night, lol, I know I was on, but I actually slept really hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm still really satisfied with my job. It makes me being super drained, but it goes for it. And I will get used to anyway. Even if this morning, when I woke up and my feets still hurt from yesterday's work, lol, I was thinking if this is not too much, but... I never give up:) It's just about the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've added a new video in &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TeraTheCheater"&gt;my YouTube Channel&lt;/a&gt;, it's a slide show of my photos of Switzerland from 2003 (I think it was 2003, but I don't really remember when we did this journey across Switzerland...), there are only pics made with my cine-camera, so they look really old and romantic, well anyway you can just check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened... Well, finally it's really hot weather again, and just for my free weekend, that's just the best timing... So there's a pic of my sunglasses that I finally can use again, but anyway the pic is from last year so I don't have them anymore, I bought a new fashion ones for this season, but just for imagination... I hope next weekend will be some hard storm or something, because I will work it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I think it's all the boring stuff for now, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice sunny weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-667951279944614484?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/667951279944614484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=667951279944614484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/667951279944614484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/667951279944614484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekly-news.html' title='Weekly news'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Shf4q2D6zzI/AAAAAAAAHt4/wh4BnMeGnU4/s72-c/_MG_1131a+Sunglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-1546916673185181714</id><published>2009-05-20T00:19:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T00:54:37.119+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got a new job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ShMxLlvo06I/AAAAAAAAHtU/9lHHWt1NV_Q/s1600-h/_MG_1108a+Hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ShMxLlvo06I/AAAAAAAAHtU/9lHHWt1NV_Q/s400/_MG_1108a+Hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337664058544411554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new job, well well, it's been almost 3 weeks, but my new job makes me being so busy, that I really couldn't write sooner... I'll try to get better and write more!&lt;br /&gt;So today, just a little pic of a hat (because I finally started to work in fashion! And hats are a big trend for this spring/summer season!), that I took last summer in my flat. Just one pic today for you to see that I'm still alive! :o)&lt;br /&gt;So, I wish you all a good night and nice dreams and I swear I'm gonna be better in writting to my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-1546916673185181714?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/1546916673185181714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=1546916673185181714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1546916673185181714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1546916673185181714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-got-new-job.html' title='I&apos;ve got a new job!'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ShMxLlvo06I/AAAAAAAAHtU/9lHHWt1NV_Q/s72-c/_MG_1108a+Hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-7140631856894302379</id><published>2009-05-03T02:08:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T00:48:34.451+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody kissed me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SfzhRO8w1TI/AAAAAAAAHpk/XFq3iprMIPo/s1600-h/IMG_1936+Macro+of+Pethunia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SfzhRO8w1TI/AAAAAAAAHpk/XFq3iprMIPo/s400/IMG_1936+Macro+of+Pethunia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331383745086805298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like the last year, neither this one nobody kissed me under the cherry tree in blossom on 1st May (it's a czech tradition, 1st may is a holiday of Love here, couples have to kiss each other under the cherry tree in blossom). I don't even remember what will be the consequence of the fact that nobody did that job on me under some shitty tree, but I think people say I will have no sex until the next fucking 1st May. (maybe it wasn't about sex, but it sounded better like this and I don't really keep czech habits, so how should I know). HA, I don't think so, but ok, we will see who will laugh in the end!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-7140631856894302379?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/7140631856894302379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=7140631856894302379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7140631856894302379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7140631856894302379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/05/nobody-kissed-me.html' title='Nobody kissed me'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SfzhRO8w1TI/AAAAAAAAHpk/XFq3iprMIPo/s72-c/IMG_1936+Macro+of+Pethunia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-8524084093058166201</id><published>2009-04-27T21:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:50:15.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>My new YouTube channel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SfYL04RJ8YI/AAAAAAAAHo0/8OS20cxFEf4/s1600-h/_MG_0347.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SfYL04RJ8YI/AAAAAAAAHo0/8OS20cxFEf4/s400/_MG_0347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329460212125004162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've managed this new &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TeraTheCheater"&gt;YouTube Channel of my videos&lt;/a&gt;! It's mostly done by a slideshows of my photos with a concrete topic and music, but you can also see there some of my projects or a video of me during my work - during photoshooting! Check it out and subscribe, I'm gonna add new videos often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-8524084093058166201?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/8524084093058166201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=8524084093058166201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/8524084093058166201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/8524084093058166201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-youtube-channel.html' title='My new YouTube channel'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SfYL04RJ8YI/AAAAAAAAHo0/8OS20cxFEf4/s72-c/_MG_0347.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-6441839730833299530</id><published>2009-04-15T22:42:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:56:48.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting over things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SeZJyM8GoxI/AAAAAAAAHlM/uqWFUt5UTNQ/s1600-h/_MG_3821+Near+Seina+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SeZJyM8GoxI/AAAAAAAAHlM/uqWFUt5UTNQ/s400/_MG_3821+Near+Seina+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325024736227795730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I didn't write anything a longtime. I wasn't good at all these days and the last thing I wanted to do was to write it on my blog. I actually didn't have many things to write about.&lt;br /&gt;But it's gonna change. I've just realized that there are some things that are just done and you can do everything but you will never change them. And I beleive that everything is happening for the reason and things that should happen will just happen, no matter when. So we just have to live a normal life and sooner or later, things that we wanted will dissapear and we will laugh to our stupid past wishes, or they will just happen. There is no need to be stressed or depressed about them.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just fine now. I'm living my life and I'm enjoying the positives that it has. And I'm feeling kinda good, because I got over some prejudices and I'm being patient and kinda happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-6441839730833299530?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/6441839730833299530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=6441839730833299530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/6441839730833299530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/6441839730833299530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-over-things.html' title='Getting over things'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SeZJyM8GoxI/AAAAAAAAHlM/uqWFUt5UTNQ/s72-c/_MG_3821+Near+Seina+river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-9201088866075216971</id><published>2009-04-07T23:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T23:59:18.118+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a rainy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdvKaNyPl_I/AAAAAAAAHig/JwgDQR6eXyw/s1600-h/_MG_0151+London+umbrellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdvKaNyPl_I/AAAAAAAAHig/JwgDQR6eXyw/s400/_MG_0151+London+umbrellas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322069936394180594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thing that I really like. Rainy days. This one was in London last spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-9201088866075216971?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/9201088866075216971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=9201088866075216971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/9201088866075216971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/9201088866075216971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-rainy-day.html' title='Just a rainy day'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdvKaNyPl_I/AAAAAAAAHig/JwgDQR6eXyw/s72-c/_MG_0151+London+umbrellas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-217555573103552294</id><published>2009-04-06T20:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:47:28.029+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Working out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdpONARoiNI/AAAAAAAAHhw/CYfqGqNuWA4/s1600-h/Image79a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdpONARoiNI/AAAAAAAAHhw/CYfqGqNuWA4/s400/Image79a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321651895010887890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to work out 3 times a day few days ago. So I'm posting my self-portrait today, for the memory, because it's almost sure that I'm going to die very soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-217555573103552294?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/217555573103552294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=217555573103552294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/217555573103552294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/217555573103552294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/04/working-out.html' title='Working out'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdpONARoiNI/AAAAAAAAHhw/CYfqGqNuWA4/s72-c/Image79a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-8631893931310013096</id><published>2009-04-05T20:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:48:06.874+02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sdj8Co0JsoI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/HarblxAfTlE/s1600-h/_MG_3909+Near+Seina+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sdj8Co0JsoI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/HarblxAfTlE/s400/_MG_3909+Near+Seina+river.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321280081984336514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not always things work as you would wish to. And you realize that you walked a longtime on a wrong way. And then the way back is pretty hard. And never you could get everything back. All the old stuff that you left behind. You just have to suffer for your mistakes. Shut up and keep walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-8631893931310013096?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/8631893931310013096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=8631893931310013096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/8631893931310013096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/8631893931310013096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sdj8Co0JsoI/AAAAAAAAHhQ/HarblxAfTlE/s72-c/_MG_3909+Near+Seina+river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-1630098996444436168</id><published>2009-04-04T18:14:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T19:31:30.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that we like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdeH3t8nlEI/AAAAAAAAHgg/_nkfyh7U4S4/s1600-h/08+Horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdeH3t8nlEI/AAAAAAAAHgg/_nkfyh7U4S4/s400/08+Horses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320870876057932866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this picture. I took it when I was like 15 with my old camera.&lt;br /&gt;I used to ride horses like 6 years since I was a kid. Because I come from village and it was pretty good thing to spend free time with. It was so great. I used to spend all the days long in a stable or outside, riding a horse in a nature. I stopped when I started my high school far from my village and I thought I didn't have a time for. But I had. I should just manage it. I stopped a lot of activities that I liked because I thought that I don't have a time for or something was more important. But it's so stupid to think this. We should always make a time for things that we like.&lt;br /&gt;Now I kinda miss to take a horse and spend all the day in a saddle somewhere far in nature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-1630098996444436168?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/1630098996444436168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=1630098996444436168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1630098996444436168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1630098996444436168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-that-we-like.html' title='Things that we like'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdeH3t8nlEI/AAAAAAAAHgg/_nkfyh7U4S4/s72-c/08+Horses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-1802981534156611367</id><published>2009-04-03T18:35:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:00:21.615+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do you also...?'/><title type='text'>Do you also...? II.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdY7ItIm_3I/AAAAAAAAHgM/69Co_nzrDBM/s1600-h/_MG_1101a+Glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdY7ItIm_3I/AAAAAAAAHgM/69Co_nzrDBM/s400/_MG_1101a+Glasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320505030525517682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is - another episode of Do you also...?. My today's question is linked to my &lt;a href="http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowledge-of-getting-and-giving.html"&gt;yesterday's post&lt;/a&gt; a little. Well... Do you also need to read magazines on the toilet...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I really do. And because when I told this to some friends, they were laughing to me, I decided to make a research about (well, it wasn't such a research, because actually I met just 7 people today that I could ask to, but at least something and it proves that I'm normal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;2 people&lt;/span&gt; said that yes, they read magazines on the toilet, if there are some&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 person&lt;/span&gt; said that nope, never reads anything on the toilet&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 person&lt;/span&gt; said: NO time for reading magazines on the toilet, everything has to be fast there (=my mum answered this, she is always busy by her work, doesn't even have a time to shit in calm, because even this thing has to be done fast and in high quality... next time I'll make a research if this is a defect of all marketing directors...)&lt;br /&gt;- and this is interesting: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;3 people&lt;/span&gt; (=the majority in my research) said, that they feel so strong need to read something on the toilet, that if there is no magazines and nobody is around to bring them some, so they --- guess what! --- they just read textes on a toilet paper package again and again, all round, or instructions for use of hygienic towels in all languages!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you probably guess, I belong to this last group. Yes, I really do feel such a need to read something on the toilet. Usually there are magazines such as National Geography or Psychology, as I said yesterday, but sometimes, there is nothing. Then I'm nervous and not feeling in my skin... I need... I need... I just really do need to read something!! It's a crisis...&lt;br /&gt;So, the result is, that I can say "toilet paper" in 10 world languages! Isn't it awesome??&lt;br /&gt;For my defence, I have to say, that one of the people in this last group is also my father. That proves the fact, that this defect is genetic!!! So - don't judge me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-1802981534156611367?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/1802981534156611367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=1802981534156611367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1802981534156611367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1802981534156611367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-also-ii.html' title='Do you also...? II.'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdY7ItIm_3I/AAAAAAAAHgM/69Co_nzrDBM/s72-c/_MG_1101a+Glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-700998087625860462</id><published>2009-04-02T19:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:07:39.931+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='today on the toilet'/><title type='text'>Knowledge of getting and giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdT1QITwhzI/AAAAAAAAHfs/j7XWOM6QJ3k/s1600-h/_MG_0143+Love+in+London.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdT1QITwhzI/AAAAAAAAHfs/j7XWOM6QJ3k/s400/_MG_0143+Love+in+London.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320146717288466226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read an interesting article about relationships in a Psychology magazine today on the toilet (what - everybody has a long moment on the toilet sometimes - but ME - I'm giving another value to this time by reading National Geographic or Psychology magazines!! - don't judge me!).&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the article, I thought it was really interesting so I'm going to share few words from this study with you today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In general, happy people are able to give happiness to others too. This skill is formulating already in childhood, in the atmosphere of a loving family. What if the family didn't give enough quality bases for evolution of this skill?&lt;br /&gt;Child educated in a loving and caring atmosphere is growing up with knowing, that Love is real, possible to have and it's giving a lot of satisfaction. In the oposite, the one, who was growing up with a feeling, that didn't get enough love and atention in past, is getting still deepening feeling, that it won't be better today, either tomorrow. The weird kind of self-interest shows up then and they even beleive, that they have a right to feel this. They don't want to let a right for a love and happiness to others, because they didn't have it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neither positive personal experience with that ones, who wanted to give them love and attention, doesn't reduce this their self-interest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They are not able to take atention or gifts from others, because they are scared what they will want in exchange then. Anything you will try to give them, won't have any positive reaction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They live in a magical cyrcle, when in begin, there is a feeling that love and happiness is not possible to get. But this doesn't reduce their need and huge thirst for love; they are just not able to confess in front of themselfs, that this is their deepest wish - because this wish is dependent on others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They try to be in a relationship just to prove themselfs, that this feeling of inaccessibility of love and happiness is real. They want to prove themselfs that love and happiness is something that is not possible to have. Paradoxically, this conviction gives them strange feeling of self-confidence. So then, the real victims are their partners, who wanted to give them normal happiness, love and feeling of appreciation, and who don't need to prove themselfs that there is no way to get the love and happiness - because they know there is a way. Then it takes much longer to them to understand, that they are spending a time with someone with a huge lack of feelings, and they could hardly get in harmony with them. It will take a longtime, or more probably it will never happen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, if you will decide to give, so don't give anything for free and don't forget, time to time, also to want something for your "presents": couple of words, that will prove you, that your "presents" were taken well and made a sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Interesting no? Me personally, I can recognize few people that I know in this study... That's why I posted it here. Maybe you know some similar people too. And this could help you to understand them better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I still think that it's really awesome that I've read this article on the toilet. Time spent on the toilet became very high quality spent time since now! Last time, I've read there an article about polar bears in North America... So I'm thinking, what about to make a serie of posts about things that I've read on the toilet?? GRRRRRREAT idea! Done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-700998087625860462?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/700998087625860462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=700998087625860462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/700998087625860462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/700998087625860462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/04/knowledge-of-getting-and-giving.html' title='Knowledge of getting and giving'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdT1QITwhzI/AAAAAAAAHfs/j7XWOM6QJ3k/s72-c/_MG_0143+Love+in+London.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-957196914934928461</id><published>2009-04-01T18:47:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T01:03:10.352+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdObDjbgmmI/AAAAAAAAHfU/nssYc-YVP-g/s1600-h/_MG_1927a+Macro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdObDjbgmmI/AAAAAAAAHfU/nssYc-YVP-g/s400/_MG_1927a+Macro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319766070207224418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday, the warm part of a year officialy began with the "summer time" (= Daylight saving time). Do you also so love this part of a year, when you fall asleep at your usual time and then you have to wake 1 hour sooner???&lt;br /&gt;Politicians and even normal people are always against, always say that it's for nothing, it doesn't really save energy, it only makes people being confused, sleepy and tired for about 2 or 3 weeks, employers are angry that people are often late to work and much lazier than other parts of a year. Actually, everybody is angry about the summer time. So I don't understand, why it's still here? If it's demonstrably for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This our summer time changing that we are just in, is already a second period. First was from 1915 to 1918, and because it was stupid and for nothing, it was canceled.&lt;br /&gt;We are in second period, already from 1979 (Czech rep.). And you can guess who could manage summer time originally for this period - Adolf Hitler. Just this name should be a reason to cancel this people-torturing bussiness. So why no politician from any country, is able to stand against to it and do something?? Should I do it?? Because if I want to get to a job, I have to wake up at 5am, which now means 4am and it's REALLY inhuman?? Even my cat is confused! Ok ok, I don't have a job right now... But today I got an invitation for an interview on Friday, so I will have to wake up at 4am... That's why I'm so angry today about a summer time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would vote for cancelling of summer time, and in memory for these horrible times, lets always that weekend after spring is coming make special Summer time parties and celebrations, to welcome the warm (=better) part of a year! Sounds better than changing of a time, no? Maybe I should be a politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if someone is interested in as I am, you can read some facts about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Summer_time"&gt;Summer time here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for better mood, lets listen great song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4PSju9HYwU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;SUMMERTIME by Billie Holiday&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-957196914934928461?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/957196914934928461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=957196914934928461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/957196914934928461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/957196914934928461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-time.html' title='Summer time'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdObDjbgmmI/AAAAAAAAHfU/nssYc-YVP-g/s72-c/_MG_1927a+Macro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-986222344458928983</id><published>2009-03-31T20:45:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:55:55.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Is spring really coming...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdJlr4DxDOI/AAAAAAAAHdc/uVe0IiC0Yoc/s1600-h/_MG_5097a+Winte+in+West+Malle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdJlr4DxDOI/AAAAAAAAHdc/uVe0IiC0Yoc/s400/_MG_5097a+Winte+in+West+Malle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319425914334940386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm even scared to ask, because I have a feeling that I'm always that one who calls all of the disasters and bad things in.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, this seems to be a first sunny day in czech and I really hope it's going to hold now. As I said in my &lt;a href="http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-spring.html"&gt;previous post&lt;/a&gt;, I don't want to be stupid anymore! It's time to wake up from winter sleep, move on and work! Let facebook and other stupid websites for bad weather and go outside! Go ahead to sun and be happy!!&lt;br /&gt;(well, ok ok, I just wanted YOU to do it... for me, I will stay here, in front of my screen, being depressed, sarcastic and unhappy, probably forever)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-986222344458928983?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/986222344458928983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=986222344458928983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/986222344458928983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/986222344458928983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-spring-really-coming.html' title='Is spring really coming...?'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdJlr4DxDOI/AAAAAAAAHdc/uVe0IiC0Yoc/s72-c/_MG_5097a+Winte+in+West+Malle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-8532507230753415004</id><published>2009-03-30T04:00:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:47:05.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>White, black, dirty, left, right and no socks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdAWj8xTp4I/AAAAAAAAHTo/zKF-cyK9tNY/s1600-h/032+Dirty+feets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdAWj8xTp4I/AAAAAAAAHTo/zKF-cyK9tNY/s400/032+Dirty+feets.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318775966788724610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several things about socks that make me being really worried. I'm about to share these problems with you today. Because I just think someone should finally publicly go out with these problems that we all search a solution for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROBLEM No 1 - Disappearance of socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of the people have this problem but actually nobody found an answer yet WHY this is happening. I guess it's some kind of paranormal effect. Yes, I'm talking about socks-eating waching machines!&lt;br /&gt;The thing looks like this: I'm putting stuff in the washing machine. I'm sorting clothes according to the colors and then I'm sorting dirty, stinking, disgusting socks. Because you, guys, are never able to turn them the right side out (!!!), I have to do it by myself, that kinda makes me wanna throw up sometimes, but it makes me being sure that each of them is in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pair&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Washing machine is done, I'm taking all the things of - AND - I'm realizing that about 50% of socks don't have the other one to a pair!!! Where do they always go??? It happens weirdly regularly.&lt;br /&gt;So question no. 1 is: Where are all of these idle socks? Do they fall in some paralel space? Does washing mashing cause some teleport waves and so is there a place with ALL of our idle socks? (wow, I would love to visit this place, lol)&lt;br /&gt;(subquestion no.1 - are you also always so sorry to throw away your sock without a pair, so you keep it and dress each sock different when you are home...? - don't judge me if you don't!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROBLEM No. 2 - Left and right socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which sock is left and which sock is right. I just simply don't have any clue how to recognize it. I was thinking, that if I knew how to recognize left and right socks, maybe I would be able to make a step ahead in a problem no.1 - because maybe always only left socks dissapear, so that could give me some clue to the resolution of this mystery...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if someone is able to recognize left and right sock. But I was thinking, that if people do, so (omg!!) - how do they watch me if I'm on a visit or something and I have my socks conversely and I'm looking like a total dumb!! (ok ok, that's my personal problem...)&lt;br /&gt;So question no. 2 is: Is there a way to easily recognize left and right sock? (like it would be useful for someone who is not able to remember what feet is left and what right... but I would make a sign on my feets if I knew this about socks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROBLEM No.3 - One sock dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This problem connects to a problem no. 1. As I already said, when you take the clean socks off the machine, 50% don't have a pair. And I realized another problem for like another 30% of socks - for that ones which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;has&lt;/span&gt; a pair.&lt;br /&gt;Simply - one from the pair is still dirty, while another one is perfectly clean! I mean... they don't stink or whatever (if yours do, I recommend you to claim the waching machine or cut your legs) - but they still look dirty! HOW is that possible if one of the pair is super clean? I wore them for the same occasion! Washed them with the same washing program! So HOW???&lt;br /&gt;Question no. 3: Does it have something in common with socks that are gone...? Are they changing somehow? Is it possible to travel in time using washing machine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROBLEM No.4 - White socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not such a mystery, but I want to use this my article to say to all men following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GIRLS HATE WHEN YOU WEAR WHITE SOCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;(well, at least czech girls...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's totally out of date, it looks awful (mainly if you wear shorts), and remember - white socks are always dirty! - and it doesn't give you a lot of prestige!&lt;br /&gt;Question no.4: Come on, guys, there is no question - just don't do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only two solutions for these problems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solution no. 1&lt;/span&gt; - have only black socks!&lt;br /&gt;Well, they will still dissapear and one of the pair will be still dirty, but you will not recognize it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solution no.2&lt;/span&gt; - don't have any socks!&lt;br /&gt;Actually this is a solution of my mother, who is the only person that I know, who REALLY does not have either one pair of socks! She thinks they are useless, she never wears socks ("ladies don't wear socks") and if she occasionally need some at home, she just steals mine or dad's socks! They still dissapear, one of the pair is still dirty, but she doesn't care because they are not hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so this is a summary of my socks' worries. Please, if some of you have an answer for any of my questions, send me an email, because I really do wonder about this problem  and I'm really obsessed by my beautiful colorful socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-8532507230753415004?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/8532507230753415004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=8532507230753415004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/8532507230753415004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/8532507230753415004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/white-black-dirty-left-right-and-no.html' title='White, black, dirty, left, right and no socks'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SdAWj8xTp4I/AAAAAAAAHTo/zKF-cyK9tNY/s72-c/032+Dirty+feets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-949764122737073297</id><published>2009-03-29T18:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:19:31.615+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do you also...?'/><title type='text'>Do you also...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc-eqQNL-BI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/J3W8EYwzokE/s1600-h/_MG_1087a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc-eqQNL-BI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/J3W8EYwzokE/s400/_MG_1087a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318644133689817106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little lighter topic for today... Does it also happen to you that in the morning, you throw away the spoon instead of a yogurt package??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make a serie about strange things like this and I hope it happens to you too and you will not think I'm kinda odd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-949764122737073297?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/949764122737073297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=949764122737073297&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/949764122737073297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/949764122737073297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/do-you-also.html' title='Do you also...?'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc-eqQNL-BI/AAAAAAAAHQ8/J3W8EYwzokE/s72-c/_MG_1087a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-7989789410349194145</id><published>2009-03-28T16:06:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T19:18:15.273+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc4_nO2pxNI/AAAAAAAAHLE/d7_Qhkh5b_4/s1600-h/_MG_1680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc4_nO2pxNI/AAAAAAAAHLE/d7_Qhkh5b_4/s400/_MG_1680.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318258153205908690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1st June 2008 when I went to take pics in Stromovka Park (Prague, Czech rep.). Some dirty weird guy came to me and asked me for the fire. So I lighted his weeds up and asked him if I could shot his portrait. He said that no problem and asked me what was my life story.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really want to talk with him. He was weird, dirty and obviously high on drugs. So I told him that I don't have any interesting life story and wanted to continue in my walk. But he started to talk alone. He said he was walking in the park all the day and long and listening to the life stories of old people. Because he wants to write a book about their stories. That was so crazy that I needed to follow him for a while. Just for fun, to make a reportage about a crazy guy with crazy ideas or about someone who lost the rest of his brain 'cause of drugs.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, my reportage was about something else.&lt;br /&gt;You should see that shiny eyes of an old ladies, who were so happy that someone is finally able to listen softly and carefully to them and their useless stories about diseases and pains.&lt;br /&gt;This crazy dirty weird guy high on drugs was able to conjure up such a beautiful smiles on faces of these old ladies, often drained by life and tired by age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we should just listen more and talk less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc5FOKUFvKI/AAAAAAAAHMk/bMpVq2W20Ik/s1600-h/_MG_1667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc5FOKUFvKI/AAAAAAAAHMk/bMpVq2W20Ik/s200/_MG_1667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264319560236194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc5FO035WkI/AAAAAAAAHMs/W-3Dr_ItrV0/s1600-h/_MG_1648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc5FO035WkI/AAAAAAAAHMs/W-3Dr_ItrV0/s200/_MG_1648.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318264330984708674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-7989789410349194145?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/7989789410349194145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=7989789410349194145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7989789410349194145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/7989789410349194145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/story.html' title='A Story'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc4_nO2pxNI/AAAAAAAAHLE/d7_Qhkh5b_4/s72-c/_MG_1680.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-6734188473076380409</id><published>2009-03-27T18:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:14:28.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Times change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc0SN6tNlmI/AAAAAAAAHFo/FFkklx9qK7k/s1600-h/13a+Ellegance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc0SN6tNlmI/AAAAAAAAHFo/FFkklx9qK7k/s400/13a+Ellegance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317926765300913762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to post a photo of my sis today, because she just came to our family house today, I see her rarely because she is quite busy with her theatre school and she spends most of the time in her flat in Prague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this photo 2 years ago when we used to do a lot of photo-shootings together, since she is an actress, she is natural in posing. But it's past, now she's pretty busy and I'm usually too or I'm not even in Czech rep., so no chance for us to get together for some photographing.&lt;br /&gt;But I pretty miss it. Because it was a lot of fun, we laughed a lot and we did pretty much and good works. Well, times change and people too. Sometimes it's a little scary how fast this all happens, how fast everything change. I'm watching this young woman in my photo and I can still see my little chubby sister who I cared for, because I was that big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanted to say... I asked my sis to make a little photo-shooting this weekend, that we can finally spend together after a longtime, hoping to get back some little piece of good past times. But she told me she's not in mood and she's a little busy with learning, but that she needs a new haircut, so I could do it instead of photographing... Well, so I'm not going to be an artist this weekend, but a hairdresser, that's a job that I'm not pretty much good in, so wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times just change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-6734188473076380409?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/6734188473076380409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=6734188473076380409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/6734188473076380409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/6734188473076380409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/times-change.html' title='Times change'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sc0SN6tNlmI/AAAAAAAAHFo/FFkklx9qK7k/s72-c/13a+Ellegance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-5011174767391377742</id><published>2009-03-26T19:30:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:58:21.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life would need an instructions to use!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScvLGBK29nI/AAAAAAAAHCA/xOSKevDkMvg/s1600-h/01+Life+would+need+an+instructions+to+use%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScvLGBK29nI/AAAAAAAAHCA/xOSKevDkMvg/s400/01+Life+would+need+an+instructions+to+use%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317567089294636658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this collage during Xmas 2008, the idea came by chance, when Soun (my boyfriend) - going to work - locked me in his flat in Paris and forgot to leave me keys. So when I woke up and realized I have no chance to get out, I spent an afternoon in the balcony in my coat, watching people, a lot of people, walking there and back and I wondered about their thoughts: " did I buy everything?"; "are kids already home?"; " did I do right?"; "why this and that happened?"... We use such a lot of different life paths and where is the right one? How to find it? And how will I know that it was the one that I really should walk on?&lt;br /&gt;Life would absolutely need an instructions to use. Have you ever thought how easy would everything be, with a little book with plans, steps, instructions for everyday?&lt;br /&gt;We would totally beware of that fatal mistakes that we are used to do even if we know that it's not possible to take them back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-5011174767391377742?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/5011174767391377742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=5011174767391377742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/5011174767391377742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/5011174767391377742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-would-need-instructions-to-use.html' title='Life would need an instructions to use!'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScvLGBK29nI/AAAAAAAAHCA/xOSKevDkMvg/s72-c/01+Life+would+need+an+instructions+to+use%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-579493028287389407</id><published>2009-03-25T17:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:06:13.032+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our video clip is done!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScpVumTwutI/AAAAAAAAG8k/vmtMdqFrr_I/s1600-h/_MG_5711b_frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScpVumTwutI/AAAAAAAAG8k/vmtMdqFrr_I/s400/_MG_5711b_frame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317156569110067922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I wrote a post about my photo-shooting for someone's video clip - I did photos of a singer to make her new video clip from. So now - it's done, I'm proud of it, and you can check it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJac-ZUgjt8"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;! I hope you will like, it was a great job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-579493028287389407?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/579493028287389407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=579493028287389407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/579493028287389407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/579493028287389407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-video-clip-is-done.html' title='Our video clip is done!!!'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScpVumTwutI/AAAAAAAAG8k/vmtMdqFrr_I/s72-c/_MG_5711b_frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-3839221411415787197</id><published>2009-03-24T17:22:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T20:13:03.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Papers, laws and forests destroying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SckI-uB0UzI/AAAAAAAAG40/-vmJ02jLRt0/s1600-h/_MG_1120book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SckI-uB0UzI/AAAAAAAAG40/-vmJ02jLRt0/s400/_MG_1120book.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316790708688147250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working as a businessman for a part of a last year. Which sounds good, because if you get a good job, you get more money and pay less taxes. You are your own boss. You say how much people should pay you.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds great, hm..? BUT... (every dream has some buts...)&lt;br /&gt;- but now, business year is over, which means for me to fill millions of forms, papers, which means also to read all of the laws about, to fill it correctly... These forms are not easy. Yes, I could hire a pro to do that for me... But they are kinda expensive and - it's useless just for filling few papers, right...? Well...&lt;br /&gt;I'm filling my forms over 3 weeks already. Just three forms. Seven pages. And I already used around 100 papers to print clear forms again and again, after I fucked up something in it.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I thought my forms are finally done. That I counted everything well, filled everything well, so I wanted to go to the financial office last Monday (you should know that in Czech rep., staten offices are open only on Monday and Wednesday...) to proudly pass my forms on. On Sunday night, I realized a mistake in one of my forms. Ugh... If you make just one mistake, it changes all of your calculations... So, I didn't go there last Monday. I spent all Monday by re-calculating my taxes...&lt;br /&gt;When it was done, I was sure to finally go to the office on Wednesday to deliver my forms. But - what didn't happen - after controlling my forms on Tuesday night, I realized another mistake in my forms! So again... These people who create taxes forms should think a little more about our forests.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I found "Instructions to taxes forms for monkeys" in internet, I ripped all my forms to pieces and started again, step by step. Now, I'm pretty sure, that everything is ok. So I wanted to go to the office, to deliver my CORRECTLY filled forms, this Monday. I woke up in the morning, watched through the window, and saw such a windstorm outside, with rain and hailstones (maybe I could say a hurricane, but you will probably laught to me that it's a little exaggerated..). So, I couldn't go outside without being hurt by hailstones and I realized my forms are not worth me to be hurt. So I didn't go again.&lt;br /&gt;I know you are looking forward for my next "forms-delivering" attempt tomorrow, but I have to dissapoint you. I'm not going there anymore. I have to bring my forms until the end of march, that is not much time, and God obviously doesn't want me to do it personally. So, I'm going to send them by post today. It's safer. Cross your fingers for me, because I'm sure that something will be wrong with a post-office...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-3839221411415787197?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/3839221411415787197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=3839221411415787197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/3839221411415787197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/3839221411415787197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/papers-laws-and-forests-destroying.html' title='Papers, laws and forests destroying'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/SckI-uB0UzI/AAAAAAAAG40/-vmJ02jLRt0/s72-c/_MG_1120book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-1712659542886826478</id><published>2009-03-23T17:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:38:15.321+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My first photo shooting for a video clip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sce5DmSsizI/AAAAAAAAGzE/0HDjOO4R8cE/s1600-h/_MG_5636a_frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sce5DmSsizI/AAAAAAAAGzE/0HDjOO4R8cE/s400/_MG_5636a_frame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316421356603870002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend whose daughter, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/KristynaStromajerova"&gt;Kristyna&lt;/a&gt;, is a singer. About a week ago I've got a great job from them, and it was to make photographs for her next video clip. Shooting was done and video clip is in creating, so I'll let you know when it's done and I'll post a link.&lt;br /&gt;Although photographing with a teenage girl can be hard, I think we did well,&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/t.kovarnikova/KristynaPhotoshootingForAVideoClip#"&gt; watch here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-1712659542886826478?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/1712659542886826478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=1712659542886826478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1712659542886826478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1712659542886826478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-first-photo-shooting-for-video-clip.html' title='My first photo shooting for a video clip'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sce5DmSsizI/AAAAAAAAGzE/0HDjOO4R8cE/s72-c/_MG_5636a_frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-4386984390756182471</id><published>2009-03-22T14:45:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:37:59.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kamikaze-Mouse friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScZBFdRl6VI/AAAAAAAAGrc/pEZkrHusKsY/s1600-h/_MG_2005a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScZBFdRl6VI/AAAAAAAAGrc/pEZkrHusKsY/s400/_MG_2005a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316007972171016530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a mouse in my ceiling. I'm not kidding you, I really do have a mouse in my top wall and I can't sleep well because of her for several last days. Not because I would have some phobia, I really don't have any, but she (I persuaded it's a female, because she doesn't leave any empty beer bottles in my trash can) is making a big noise during the night how she is scratching and bitting everything there.&lt;br /&gt;Well, you may ask how it comes that she is inside. We live in an old house and the space between our ceiling and another flat's floor is still originally filled with a straw and husks, what sounds to be a very comfortable appertment for a small rodent. She doesn't seem to wanna move.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, that I can't get her out. There is no way how to do it without rebuilding all ceilings in our flat, that means area of 120m2. She came by some tiny hole somewhere and she is bulding a city in my ceiling. I can only hope she plans to die there and not to make a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is - we have 7 cats!! We've never ever had  any mouse in our flat, because they are scared to come. That gives me only 2 possibilities about WHO is this mouse; for first, she can be a kind of kamikaze... For second, she's a kind of smart and crazy psychologist, who makes some research to prove that fear of cats is only superstitiously fictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. She got a name - Cascadeur. And even if I really appreciate to have a new friend who is willing to stay with me a longtime - I hope that results for her research will be done soon and she will move elsewhere or die... Or at least that she will start to work during the days instead of nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-4386984390756182471?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/4386984390756182471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=4386984390756182471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/4386984390756182471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/4386984390756182471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-kamikaze-mouse-friend.html' title='My Kamikaze-Mouse friend'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScZBFdRl6VI/AAAAAAAAGrc/pEZkrHusKsY/s72-c/_MG_2005a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-588076241484435674</id><published>2009-03-21T18:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:35:29.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScUgu7hlTMI/AAAAAAAAGpY/5rdn1Ga5vmE/s1600-h/_MG_1370a+Soft+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScUgu7hlTMI/AAAAAAAAGpY/5rdn1Ga5vmE/s400/_MG_1370a+Soft+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315690925805358274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to make decisions. Any decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we have to decide about our feelings, and it seems to be almost impossible. Because feelings don't have any material base that we could fall back on. It's something abstract that is usually even hard to understand, so how can we decide something that we can hardly understand to. Yes, we all did a lot of silly things for love. But be patient, because sometimes, it takes a longtime to see, if it did worth you to do something perfectly silly or did not.&lt;br /&gt;So I wish to you all to make only good decisions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-588076241484435674?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/588076241484435674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=588076241484435674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/588076241484435674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/588076241484435674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/feelings-of-love.html' title='Feelings of love'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScUgu7hlTMI/AAAAAAAAGpY/5rdn1Ga5vmE/s72-c/_MG_1370a+Soft+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-1163342222652332994</id><published>2009-03-20T12:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:55:25.563+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I want spring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScOFqadEZ-I/AAAAAAAAGoo/Kmt3dQRbMgc/s1600-h/_MG_1494+Rose-bud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScOFqadEZ-I/AAAAAAAAGoo/Kmt3dQRbMgc/s400/_MG_1494+Rose-bud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315238948929562594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started to snow today in our village (currently in Czech rep., near a Kolín city). After few sunny days I thought spring is finally coming after a long and tough winter, but no, it's still not ending, it's snowing again.&lt;br /&gt;I've read an article of some psychologist (whose name I forgot, of course). He wrote that this winter is already really long and it makes people being depressed. Because we need sun to be happy; we are able to make a reserve during the summer for whole winter (like that we are able to keep the sunshining inside us for some time... well, don't judge me, it wasn't me who wrote that article!), but this winter is already too long and our reserves are over, which makes people being depressed, unhappy and feeling bad and tired.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was probably a little weird article, but at least we have a reason to be depressed, we have something to blame our moods on, and we have a hope that with spring coming, all our weird moods will dissapear!&lt;br /&gt;(ok, it's a little naive, but... it's just typically czech to search an excuses for everything bad that we do, instead of changing it. I even think that this psychologist must be czech who wrote this weird study just to have a medically based reason to be stupid until spring.)&lt;br /&gt;So be patient with me. Because I, as a czech, have a right to be stupid until begin of spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-1163342222652332994?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/1163342222652332994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=1163342222652332994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1163342222652332994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1163342222652332994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-spring.html' title='I want spring!'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScOFqadEZ-I/AAAAAAAAGoo/Kmt3dQRbMgc/s72-c/_MG_1494+Rose-bud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-1672813597070915372</id><published>2009-03-19T15:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:46:28.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's move on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScJWYEWG7zI/AAAAAAAAGoI/N2nbv1-nc2A/s1600-h/069a+Passer-by.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScJWYEWG7zI/AAAAAAAAGoI/N2nbv1-nc2A/s400/069a+Passer-by.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314905481733926706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I mind that people are always in a hurry and not able to stop for a while and enjoy the moment that we are just in. But our life is short and we should follow our dreams. So yes, we need to be in a hurry and sometimes not to think too much for some decisions, because if we hesitate too much, it can be too late after. So let's move on! Let's follow our hearts and dreams!&lt;br /&gt;Don't think that it's never too late. Because it is. Often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-1672813597070915372?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/1672813597070915372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=1672813597070915372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1672813597070915372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/1672813597070915372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-move-on.html' title='Let&apos;s move on!'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScJWYEWG7zI/AAAAAAAAGoI/N2nbv1-nc2A/s72-c/069a+Passer-by.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-567181860436698389</id><published>2009-03-18T01:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:41:02.879+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel the music!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScA8XcNEcVI/AAAAAAAAGnY/3BREazLGBMc/s1600-h/05+Guitarist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScA8XcNEcVI/AAAAAAAAGnY/3BREazLGBMc/s400/05+Guitarist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314313933702852946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just around 1am and I'm in my room, listening music and dancing. So I'm about to post a music photo today. Because music and dancing makes me happy. Feeling good. And free.&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of a guitarist during a rock concert of his band. I like this picture because you can so see his feelings during playing guitar, when you can hear nothing but your music. You have to feel the music by all of your body. It's a passion.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has some passion. Or more. But after taking such a picture like this one, I can feel passions of others so personally.&lt;br /&gt;So feel the music tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-567181860436698389?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/567181860436698389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=567181860436698389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/567181860436698389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/567181860436698389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/feel-music.html' title='Feel the music!!'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/ScA8XcNEcVI/AAAAAAAAGnY/3BREazLGBMc/s72-c/05+Guitarist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8823030572598108509.post-6035648986190551034</id><published>2009-03-17T18:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T00:59:45.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Starts are difficult.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_iPnpBoEI/AAAAAAAAGnI/XmakDf4gLZM/s1600-h/05+Linda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_iPnpBoEI/AAAAAAAAGnI/XmakDf4gLZM/s400/05+Linda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314214843287445570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just created this my new blog, where I want to show you one of my photos everyday with a small introduction. I want to choose pictures that mean something to me and hopefully you will like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my first photograph, I'm starting my blog today, so what's better to start with than a photo from my first negative film. I've taken this one in the age of around 14 and it's my sister there, 12 y.o., in a dress of our mum. I've just started taking pictures that day, with a compact camera of my parents. My reason to start was simple - my father was a photo adorer and a photographer amateur, who loved to take beautiful pictures of my mum. I loved his photos and I wanted to take the same ones. So here it is - my starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8823030572598108509-6035648986190551034?l=everyday-photo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/feeds/6035648986190551034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8823030572598108509&amp;postID=6035648986190551034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/6035648986190551034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8823030572598108509/posts/default/6035648986190551034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everyday-photo.blogspot.com/2009/03/17th-march-2009.html' title='Starts are difficult.'/><author><name>Tera Kovarnikova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00859140274834695510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_Bh3PkHbI/AAAAAAAAGmk/00dCz3-Jg9s/S220/DSC00832a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsPcQn-iIL0/Sb_iPnpBoEI/AAAAAAAAGnI/XmakDf4gLZM/s72-c/05+Linda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
