The photos I took this weekend from my trip to the sea have become strangely similar to black and white photos.
With the onset of hot seasons and the end of the cold bitter winter, life takes on a different path. As if it had never sunk in the turbulence of the frost and begged for a bit of sunlight to survive.
Nature remains intoxicating, every corner of it delights you.
The photos I took this weekend from my trip to the sea have become strangely similar to black and white photos.
Maybe because the three disproportionate elements, the sunrise, the fog, and the morning cold, came together. And all three unwillingly neutralized each other.
Livelihood is harder than ever. And a bitter feeling says that we are about to get even closer to famine. Every morning the news about something’s price skyrocketing spreads. It has become the everyday routine, to the point that middle-class and deprived people are reluctant to buy even simple vegetables like potatoes & tomatoes.
Whenever my heart feels like the sea and my eyes are waiting, I review these images and the sea with all its beauties appears in my mind.
One morning I went to the beach by bicycle again. I wanted to buy fruits on my back, but the prices stopped me. JUST forget it!
These days, the sound of birds can be heard in a welcoming tone. It is spring INDEED. Such an extremely pleasant riot.
The sea is still dancing and the waves are laughing … and such gorgeous scenery …
