Because Paris will always remain city of lights, a concentrate of French spirit: both audacious and profound, a jauntily beautiful mix of secular culture and joie de vivre…Because Paris will always remain Paris, no matter what. Some pictures of tribute which don’t need words. Continue reading
Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment – Claude Monet
Picturing a truly impressionistic mere all in rusty-orange and mossy-green palette. Continue reading
Ilsa: But what about us?
Rick: We’ll always have Paris – Casablanca, 1942
Summer in Paris, the Eiffel Tower profile in setting sun, couples in love on Alexander bridge…Did you say kitsch? Nope, romantic! Continue reading
The bad news is time flies. The good news is you’re the pilot. Michael Altshuler
So, guess who’s back after almost three months of silence? I missed you guys, so showing up was just a matter of time…
…meanwhile, I’ve found a new job, lost some pounds, strenghtened my life philosophy, met a very important (little) man, took long holidays and experienced one of the most shaking and profound photo-inspiration feelings I ever had…but one thing after another, now let us just discover a selection of some beautiful sky above Switzerland, Germany, and France. Continue reading
My horses understand me tolerably well; I converse with them at least four hours every day. They are strangers to bridle or saddle, they live in great amity with me, and friendship to each other – Jonathan Swift, Gulliver’s Travels
I bless the hoss from hoof to head –
From head to hoof, and tale to mane! –
I bless the hoss, as I have said,
From head to hoof, and back again!
– James Whitcomb Riley
I just couldn’t stay indifferent when I see a horse. Continue reading
Paris is wonderful at spring when appear first leafs of THIS special green colour, the very colour which lasts few days only, and which gives to the city a fresh and airy and romantic look. At spring, I escape touristic areas in insatiable quest of inconspicuous places which uncover city’s true charm.
The Gothic cathedral is a blossoming in stone subdued by the insatiable demand of harmony in man. The mountain of granite blooms into an eternal flower, with the lightness and delicate finish, as well as the aerial proportions and perspective of vegetable beauty―Ralph Waldo Emerson
Spiritual moment in biggest cathedral in France, where stone walls are as airy as lace, where brightest colors remain solemn, where ubiquitous beauty inspires serenity. Continue reading
We cannot behold
the beauty of the blossoms
enshrouded by haze –
yet steal us their scent, at least,
spring breezes blowing from the hills.
Yoshimine no Munesada
Transient poetry of clouds going down to earth for some days to blow itself into a multitude of airy cherry blossoms. Continue reading
There is nothing special in the world. Nothing magic. Just physics.― Chuck Palahniuk
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” ― Albert Einstein
Мороз и солнце; день чудесный!
Еще ты дремлешь, друг прелестный —
Пора, красавица, проснись:
Открой сомкнуты негой взоры
Навстречу северной Авроры,
Звездою севера явись!*
Зимнее утро, Александр Cергеевич Пушкин, 1829
The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination – Terri Guillemets
Dreaming of snowy mountain in bright blue and white palette. Continue reading