Proust’s narrator in Swann’s Way once mused: “The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years.”

Jaka’s images – captured during his travels, or while hiking the mountains of Slovenia – spark some involuntary memory in us. Wandering some lonely trail through town, meeting quiet buildings, passing disused boats on a chilly pond, waiting for summer. You feel like you’re on the backlot of a David Lynch film. Forests wreathed in mystery, lone figures – odd characters – and nature delicate and powerful. Loneliness permeates everything, underscoring the immensity of the night sky, the beauty of snow on pines. There’s no beginning or end, just moments fading in and out like a dream. Every image asks more questions than it answers, leaves a greater void than it fills.

Jaka Bulc was born in 1989 and graduated from the Faculty Of Social Sciences in 2012 at the University Of Ljubljana. He is a freelance writer and photographer and has his own radio show. http://jakabulc.com This collection of individual images are taken from different series, curating a nostalgic exploration through places we have never been, searching for our own lost time.