turbulences panta rei

photo's. because they tell a lot:

Wild Onion:


Why did you wake me up?


Mom, dad, siblings and one yellow chick:


The evasive Syrian Woodpecker:



Looking over my behind and not my shoulders. Do you mind??


The totally magical surroundings of Fairytaletree; this time a carpet made to fly away upon to happy times transcending this world:


A butterfly feeling sorry for me not being able to ever close-in on their species ever. Sat down to model and made me thank her/him because being so awfully grateful. (now a better camera would help if I could afford it)


Last Saturday's raindrops (very well might have been the Malkosh) - danced. Cheerfully swaying their light-in-flight beings. Pure pleasure to watch:


The Brachychiton who has been flowering for a few months now having some of the last seasons raindrops on it:


This Jacaranda tree's branches covered with leaves:


The luscious Mulberry I took home today and am planning on eating:


A photo of a phenomenon called web everybody is passing by on while this is such a work of genious (let alone a magnificent sight when the sun is shining through it)


Mr. Fly, not being even a little bit afraid of me. Those radiant red eyes must have something to do with that ;-)


This step-up at a bridge crossing the incredibly busy AbbaHillel road made me stand still on my heels and drift off into fairy-tale-land. Just felt like floating over the cushioned lilac flowers velvetty paving an entrance into a land Judy Garland once sang about:


There are tiny little independent flowers within the heart of this flower:


These flowers have a scent one can get 'high' from. Extremely exclusive:


A "Sally-my-handsome" near the port of Tel-Aviv last week.


The Passionflower I only saw at one single spot a couple of years ago now can be seen at various other places and that's a blessing since they're so beautiful:


This is me and Klaas and the sea being reflected through the windows of a hall that used to be used as a wedding hall once and since have been in an ongoing process of being re-built over and over again:


Have a good week, everybody who's reading here (no idea who is actually)


;-)

turbulences in or is life

Life goes up and life goes down sometimes. Just like the waves in the sea. The sea who's often being resembled with life itself. And I can now see why.

"Trouble in Granny-paradise" is the title here but there are more things that are bothering me. One of those is a tiny little baby-sparrow that I encountered and had to decide what was the best thing to do for it with. I think I didn't take the decision that was best for him. And this still causes me sadness. Unexplainable really because this sadness hurts.

Here's the little fellow who fell on my path and I let down: