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Life in pictures.

I smile at the world passing by

Wordless Wednesday.
Miercurea fara cuvinte.

the freedom of New Orleans (8)

B&W weekend.

stories from my window. again.

Sky watching from my window.

summer in my veins

Summer in my veins, snow outside my window. A friend reminded me yesterday about the iron horse sleeping in our garage :).

Share the joy.

I like.

Snow White and the seven shovels

A little house, all covered in snow.The beauty was stranded! The prince was not home!

To climb up the ivy was useless - where to run free? Because the whole country was just a white sea!
But all of the sudden, the beauty screamed: victory! A small shovel seemed more precious than all jewelry!

 

She rapidly uncovered the house - going through snow like through cheese a little mouse! Upon the prince's return there was nothing more to say, because a new shovel was indeed the best gift for this Valentine's Day!
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I'm not much of a poet, but you see, I had to write this ode for the day :))!
My world.

if I want, I can find the sky

Civilisation.

Iron and concrete.

Stare hard through its elements in order to - still - find nature.
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the freedom of New Orleans (7)

Smile. Confident. Walk. Enjoy. Smile. Turn. Greet. Talk. Smile. Live. Enjoy. Celebrate. Smile.
Against the dreadful cold, a bit of New Orleans.

The weekend in B&W.
Walk in the Street.
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3some no. 2

I know: my joy is not everybody's joy. What I like is hated by some others. But we have to stick to what we enjoy and like. And help where we can. And definitely stay true to ourselves.

Sky Watch.

unknown Romania (2). the master of ice.

Watery Wednesday.
Wordless Wednesday.
Miercurea fara cuvinte.
Wednesday Whites.

3some

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the freedom of New Orleans (6) - of rainbows and colours

I was walking in the frozen streets of Bucharest yesterday, thinking that somehow those steps are familiar to me, although somehow foreign now. Weird double realities, weird double standards. I carry with me everywhere my Viennese habits and I am so surprised when I find out they are unknown here...
But enough with this cold, let's go back to walking in the streets of New Orleans and enjoy some warmth and some colours...

unknown Romania (1). the master of the fire.

A cold weather, colder than anyone expected. Alone the sight of the fire brings a warm feeling deep down into my bones, and this in spite of the fact that I was so looking forward for (some) snow. With -20 Celsius degrees frozen in the outside thermometer, a cup of hot tea and a woolen blanket seem to be pure luxury.

[Photo taken in Cheile Dambovicioarei, Romania.]
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the freedom of New Orleans (5) - freedom of speech

Sometimes, the freedom of speech is a different thing from what we would generally believe. Freedom of speech is when you feel free to talk with somebody that might not exactly speak you language. Say, a horse. But there are so many ways of speaking. Suprisingly, many of them do not involve words.

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