Light can create incredible transfusions of colors that cause the greatest emotion of joy... The wood is the best canvas for tassels of the sun's rays
Because all the trails lead only to yourself, because all the roads converge into one ... And you catch the scraps of the sky with your hands ... and the swing - light and hinged...
and the light of the indestructible sail that secretly touch the heavens ... And these secret super-cosmic codes - to the sun the trajectory and movement...
And you make your way through the thickets into the very middle of the unrolled meadows, where the leaves float in the air and the softest grass grows, only here is your peace...
wandering around the internet searching for the right words for my photos I found such a poem...
Аnd at the end of it
pacification is a thing - a bunch of thoughts in flight and it is impossible to collect them in a pile...