Volim umetnost u svakom smislu. Slikarstvo, muziku, film, pozorište...Jedna od mojih ljubavi je i fotografija. Danas sam na bregu pokušala da uhvatim momente svog raspoloženja. Kako izgleda ova vizuelna emocija, pogledajte...
I love art in every sense. Painting, music, film, theater...One of my loves is photography. Today on the hill I tried to capture the moments of my mood. What this visual emotion looks like, take a look.
Prve su mi pozirale divlje ruže. Dok sam prolazila, šapnule su mi da ih fotografišem.
Wild roses posed for me first. As I passed by, they whispered to me to take a photo of them
Nežne, prelepih pastelnih boja, uglavnom roze i bele...Zeleno lišće ih je guralo ka stazi jer su latice bile stidljive...
Tender, beautiful pastel colors, mostly pink and white... The green leaves pushed them towards the path because the petals were shy...
Iz trave je iskočila i crvena glava bulke! Oh, kako mi pozira...📸
Zaista veličanstveno crven ispred zelene šume...
Nastavila sam da tražim još neki zanimljiv kutak u prirodi. Oh, evo je i žuta trava koja se nežno savija na povetarcu..
The red head of the bull jumped out of the grass! Oh, how he poses for me...📸
A truly magnificent red in front of a green forest…
I continued to look for another interesting corner in nature. Oh, and here's the yellow grass that bends gently in the breeze..
Kako se sunce stidljivo promišlja kroz vlat trave, kao da je pita da li se može igrati sa njom.☀️
How the sun shyly ponders through a blade of grass as if asking if it can play with it.☀️
Imala sam još volje da istražujem prirodne lepote i zabeležim aparatom...
I still had the will to explore natural beauty and capture it with my camera...
Evo i najmirisnijeg cveta, zova! Širila je miris najlepših sokova.
Na ivici puteva, kraj starih bašta,
zova bela u tišini raste.
U njenim cvetovima leto se budi,
u svakom mirisu — uspomene ljudi.
Vetar joj čipku nežno njiše,
kao da prošlost kroz nju diše...
Here is the most fragrant flower, call! She spread the smell of the most beautiful juices.
On the edge of the roads, near the old gardens,
the call of the white grows in silence.
Summer wakes up in her flowers,
in every smell — memories of people.
The wind gently sways her lace,
as if the past breathes through her...
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!
