And more darkness…

And one more… and more.

Because with passing kilometers more colors come out. We are approaching…

Okay, maybe not the city, but for us it is THE CITY.


Come on, it is a small island LOL we have small cities. Settlements? Villages, nope… cows run around wherever they want. LOL

We are just an island, we do things differently.

We swim naked!

I mean really.

And recently we are so windy, that I am really scared of the whole island traveling north… hopefully not south.

Or west…

Please no.

I mean really.

Still… look at those mysterious silhouettes.

Oh yes.

Yes, it is a bus.

Some on, an artist uses what she has! I am talking about me. My wrists are sore. Truly! Try to wiggle with this camera… it is heavy.

This is why I love it! Why I can not leave it… live without it.

Just not a good night?

Nope… this is not the truth.

The night can be still good…

Even if you do not sleep.

Or maybe because of it, better?


Or maybe we should blame seasick pills for this art.

Because it is still art. There is a tone of people who adores bit minimalistic and always one and only wiggles…

Here we have some red…

Red which loves to wiggle.

To dance.

To get crazy or mathematical.

I mean really.

Look at this one.

But when you are up and travel, you got to find some fun, right?

Because to be honest it is another dimension. Another world.

So often missed because…

You sleep when they are alive.

Traveling by night


I must say it.

I love to travel by night. Because the lights are so alive then. And of course I am a passenger.

Come on!

I need to hold my camera… but not only.

Not only hold but also be careful to… not drop it. LOL

And not to make my cute driver mad.

This is very important.

But when you remember it all, you can see the lights having fun.

Oh yes, this darkness is a perfect canvas for them

To show off.

To have fun.

To be alive!

Fully and truly.

And yes, of course I remove a tone of photos to find those who I wanted as they look like, but do they really?

Because sometimes they can be so surprising even for me.

Because a human eye, tired one, who was waken up at 4 a.m. is tricky… sees not everything or too much sometimes.

Really… t.b.c.

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Come on, few more stops.

One hill, one valley…

More trees to see, to touch, to meet.

Or maybe even… mushrooms?

Oh look… how lovely.

So… are we flying away from here…

Into something more curly, into the world full of mine and crispy…

Into sweetness with a hint of sour…

Because only sweet and cute is so boring.

I mean really… even with my obsession of colors, somehow I need…


Monochromatic darkness.

Or something crazy…

Like dropped into blueberry sauce.

Or a path, where you can be sure, that at the end is a guy with an axe. For sure. Or even chain saw…

Can you see him?

It can not be she… we ladies do not like mess, right? LOL

Not always. LOL

Sooo… ready to come into the darkness? That guy can be in fact a soft teddybear which just was a bit misunderstood. LOL

Walk with me

Come on, we will go for a walk.

You know, that simple stuff most of us can do. But somehow now it must be called a fashion to forced people to go out and…

Only walk.

And look at trees and touch them.

Look how diverse they are.

How cool, fancy and inspiring.

And in fact…

How our different personalities can see everything different.

Notice different things, pieces, bits and bobs.

Look at this path…

Maybe once upon a time there was a snake…

Who crawled here and left this serpent like path.

For the future.

As a memory… of a happy, long life.

Life which took part before this planet even thought about human?


Maybe before those times were those filled with simple magic and gods walking, being closer and… yeah, we are in the woods. Can you smell them? Can you hear them? Can you really?

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I mean really.

Do you remember that part of “I am Robot” when Sunny asks Will Smith if he can draw, make masterpieces if he, robot, can?

So… are we still able to show off… our human powers?

I do not know.

I do not know even if thinking about it is something we should be bothered.

Or maybe…

I am wrong?

And we should fight…

Or understand that robots, machines are made by humans?

What we put in this we will get from them.

Well… still, I get those weird feelings when I see people mastering robots. Too much “Terminator” maybe?


But luckily my woods are still natural, no weird, metallic parts included.

Or maybe everything is only an illusion?

A dream of a giant who will soon wake up?

And yes, I know I keep talking about it, but… I bought new canvas, got my ideas and doubts and… I do not know how this everything around me works now.


Do we need artists?

Yes, this is THE question.

Do we need them? I mean really… do we need them if there are all those programs which can create everything…

Photos below were created with my camera, taken by me, but with a weird shooting which in fact decides how everything should look like.

I only aimed…

And now… am I an artists or just a handler?

Am I a stupid “photostick”?

Or still an artist? The one with vision, wanting to say something?

Who am I?


Or I am useless…

Photos were not photo-shopped… there were taken with a simple camera.

And still I feel like…

Nobody. Though, I love them.

In the woods

I mean… I feel free here. I can breath here. I feel welcomed and there is so much stuff to do, observe, to…

Just be and…

Well, nothing more matters.

Especially when you meet those. Leaves and branches.


Listen to whispers and…

Then suddenly there is that procession.

Because how can you call it… a protest?

But against what?

A gathering?

Well, when you notice this main figure…

You know it is more ritual than just: we want bread and Olympics.

So much more.

There are stories hidden in every piece of this…


But that front-man. Is he running away from them or leading them…

Or maybe he is preaching them?

Or just waiting, for them to grow and follow him. Follow him into the madness nobody else wants to meet.

Or maybe…

Well… just stop here, find in a woods a spot which inspires you and listen to the stories. They are there. For sure.

They are everywhere.

Why are you bored?

How can you be when so much is happening around?

The fun thing

The fun thing is…

This calm sea is much more interesting than anything on the internet.

I mean really.

Okay, yes, I am weird for sure.

The weirdest.

Come on… except publications about archaeology or posted seminars… there is no fun at all.


One bird here can be much more funny than…

… what, how do I know it?

I done my research.

And now I am a lonely boat on the sea of… no fun at all.

Okay, no TV could spoil me. No news too… for health, sorry.

Or in the woods.

Come on, look at those stone trolls!

Or this diversity.

And roots…

Always like dragon’s paws.

Why would I need TV or internet? LOL

And then…

And then it stops.

For a moment.

Like nothing else was here.

Even those birds.

Oh wait… those birds, or more like this one… looking sooo…


Bringing all those memories of myself walking through the park and being attacked by those guys in long trenches… and opening them up.

Peek a boo. YUCK!

But there is this stop.

Amazing silence and light into which I wanna step in.

Breath it in and wash myself in it.

In this so innocent goldness.

Whiteness and lightness and…

Yes… even birds.

I mean really, I am trying to be spiritual here and you are doing this?

Are you kidding me?

Come on! LOL