It’s the end of August and in my eyes everything is made of cinnamon. If only cinnamon can be synonym for beautiful. The mountain has a special smell in autumn. Yes, it’s autumn ...

The new morning dawned on Durmitor and it seems to me that neither this time will I spend enough time to hug this mountain the way it hugged me when I lived here. Back in the time the ...

It’s sunny morning and we are in Shavnik, which is as I can notice, small place, but real miracle of mother nature, beautiful and could be placed in the pocket of God. The boy, who we ...

I was born and raised on Durmitor Mountain and I’m so grateful that I have had the opportunity to be surrounded by the art of Mother Nature for so long. I think that the contours of ...

Sometimes things look so easy. Finally everything is where it should be, or life just seems clearer from this perspective. It’s July, the Sun’s rays emerge after a strong ...

If we would transform our lives into a mosaic of moments, it would be the most valuable work in human history. Long time ago, from one dear book I have learned  that the mosaic is a ...

Once upon a time, in the years of the old legends, Greek Gods from Olympus mountain chose Durmitor to be their rest home. It’s known that in the old times Greeks lived in these ...