Monthly Archives: June 2015
These were my best moments while my residence in my birth town. Walks by the river and enjoying the calmness. The river was mostly very still and the reflections just beautiful.
One nice afternoon I saw this beautiful reflection on my father’s dark blue car. Thanks God I have always at least my small camera with me…
Treasure – for me it is so many things but as an amateur photographer I can find the treasure everywhere I move with my camera. It can be the busy or calm town, it can be the nature, it can be the smiling eyes of my husband or children. Sometimes we realize the treasure in the picture only after we zoom-in. So I did with the pictures of the snail and the ant also the strawberry and the bug.
My hands followed the wall and I hoped I can find the switch soon. I started to understand how difficult for the blinds can be the orientation.
I reached the bookshelf. I could smell the scent of the old books. Though I wasn’t a big reader the old books were always interesting me.
I found the switch finally. I turned it on but no light. Tried it again and again but the darkness just smiled into my face and prickled my eyes.
Then I heard some noise. It wasn’t very loud and it sounded like a little girl’s laughter.
I thought I was already enough scarred to continue be apart of this “great opportunity”. I was ready to leave the building.
– Tito! Why don’t you follow me? Where have you been? Big Mouth is waiting, come. –
– Boo! What does this everything mean? Why is there no light? To where we are going? To be honest I was on my way to escape this building.
– Hold this and follow me. –
– Really great answer. What is that? – Boo placed into my palm some cool thing. It was something metallic and the shapes resembled me an angel.
– Boo! Where are you? – I barely heard my voice because the buzz in my head was louder. – Boo! Bro, don’t do this to me. It is not even funny. –
‘OK, let’s think positive. This is maybe just apart of the project and the new people need to go through this. I hate such situations and I hate to worry like a little spoiled girl.’
I stretched my hand again and tried to find some point, something I could recognize and the most important a wanted to find the switch.
I passed this gallery so many times wile my walks but never entered it. I was told the owner is collecting some nice articles but not everybody is allowed to see them. It was a little strange to me because the galleries I knew were created for the visitors. Any visitors they like art.
The next thing it made busy my mind was the wheelchair. Of course it should be any wheelchair but the lady with the old folk disappeared so quickly. I just assume they maybe entered the gallery but… why this darkness and why is the wheelchair here and empty?
I knew the sun will set in an hour. Though it was enough bright before I entered the gallery I couldn’t see any window shapes they should enter some little light that could help me to get oriented in this building.