The Birth of a Festival: Rab Island, Croatia

WOOOOOOOOOOW!!!– everyone It was but a dream. Yet it was perfectly, unbelievably real. A kite workshop we could only dream of was happening right there in front of us, under the watchful eyes of Žuža and Žare, deep in the adrenaline forest of Lopar on Rab Island, Croatia. Unlike our never-ending, rolling, chaotic, death metal … Read more

¿Por qué vuelas? – Festival del Viento 2026

A kite festival with perfect weather, perfect winds, and the perfect team? You know, the one where everything goes up effortlessly, all the flying monsters are airborne, the lines have absolutely no intention of tangling, and a weary kite flyer can finally sit down, relax, and crack open a cold one with a bunch of … Read more

A Joy Too Far

Yeah, flying above the Ljubljana Marshes again. But this time we were in a place we have rarely visited over the past few years, because this target on the western fringe of the Marshes is difficult, hidden and elusive. After five or six unsuccessful expeditions, we had more or less given up. Yet the place … Read more

Moor Life

In one of the previous articles we told you how the Ljubljana Marshes transformed from an utter, terrifying wilderness into one of the most altered, artificial, and unnatural landscapes in Slovenia, all in less than 200 years. What was once an immense, untamed wetland became a patchwork of drainage canals, cultivated fields, roads, and geometric … Read more

Two Faces of Ljubljana Marshes

A glorious one. And an uncanny, mysterious one. It is easy to forget that the Ljubljana Marshes are, after all, a giant marsh when they bask beneath the prickly sunlight of spring. The land softens in memory then, appearing almost welcoming, almost tame. These two liftoff places are less than a kilometre apart in space, … Read more

Before the Spring Explodes: A Stroll Above Ljubljana

These photos were taken a while ago, on March 19 – so much has happened in between we fell seriously behind with regular kite aerial photography work. The views right now are very different, almost unrecognisable in places, and yet perhaps that is the point. Every stroll is always different, whether in the streets below … Read more

Little Wandering Soul: A Kite Over Uthina

Animula vagula blandula,hospes comesque corporis –quae nunc abibis in loca?Pallidula rigida nudula,nec, ut soles, dabis iocos!– Hadrian Imp. Standing on sacred ground, with thousands of years of history beneath our feet. A city abandoned and forgotten, yet still sacred: the sanctity of a place cannot be tampered with by humans, for it is not theirs … Read more