And the next second the moment was gone | Ephemeral


And the next second the Sun was behind the horizon.


Balloon is filled with a bit of helium. Cat is confused. ๐Ÿ˜€ (On the balloon it says “Happy Birthday”)

IMG_0358It looked like a storm is coming but the clouds just passed through. (My favorite thing in this photo is the nest you can see in the branches of a tree. Spring is coming and the birds are coming back. Taken today.)


And finally, my photo of the eclipse taken on a home-made projector from paper. I eliminated light sources in the photo. This, ladies and gentleman is the Solar eclipse of 2015. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Weekly Photo Challenge: Ephemeral

Orange. What was first, the color or the name?


I love taking photos like this one… When I don’t have to do ANY editing whatsoever, none. ๐Ÿ™‚

Also, I totally like the orange theme! It seems that I am surrounded with it since I saw it everywhere when I read this week’s theme for DPchallenge.

Enjoy in my gallery of “orange” while I go and eat one ๐Ÿ˜Ž

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Orange you glad itโ€™s photo challengeย time?.”

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone…


Daily Prompt:ย Youโ€™re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory โ€” whatโ€™s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?

As everyone who has been to my blog to stay (hi guys/girls โค ) knows… I have song in my head almost all the time. Sometimes it is for no reason, but sometimes like today, it has some meaning.

It was sunny outside and I had to go out for a bit. As soon as I came back home, the sun hid behind the clouds and it’s not coming back. So, I’m the “she” and I “have been away” from outside a lot in the past month. Again, my beloved readers will know why. ๐Ÿ™‚ There is so much meaning in this song I am singing for the last hour.

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
It’s not warm when she’s away.
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
And she’s always gone too long
Anytime she goes away…

Calm Sunday


Sunday why they call you bloody?

I think you’re calm and quiet…


You do know that it is June already?

I want my fix of sunlight,

To feel that summer is on its way steady.

I will close my eyes and imagine it for you

The warmth, the breeze,

the smell of the sea…

The moment when the sun touches the horizon

and paint the sky into shades of beautiful.

The second I start feeling the freshness of the night

The second I drift off in a sweet delight

So tell the weather we were loving the rain

But we want to enjoy in the sun again…

Weekly Photo Challenge | My window (s) to the world

Weekly Photo Challenge | My window (s) to the world

Hai! ๐Ÿ™‚

There is not much to say… I need my glasses to see clearly, and although I did wear contacts, they are a bit to expensive because I have a different diopter on each eye… But I don’t mind them, most of the time. They are the biggest problem at summer time, I can’t swim with them ๐Ÿ˜ฆ So I end up staring at random people at the beach or pool. ๐Ÿ˜€


Plus, I wanted to do photos of real windows. This is the truth and I kid you not, every time I look through a window I look at the sky. That is why sunsets photos are never-ending inspiration to me…



Enjoy ๐Ÿ™‚

Weekly Photo Challenge – Grand | STORM

Weekly Photo Challenge | STORM

When I think about “grand” the first thought that comes into my head is nature. Even the smallest creature can be grand and even the biggest mountain can be small compared to the whole universe.

I love grand photos. Big space, amazing landmarks, serenity of a sea… But what really captures my mind when I think about “grand” is – STORM.

When we feel like we are the biggest thing on the planet, nature has its way of putting us to place in less than an hour. I feel small when I have a huge site in front of my eyes, but I feel REALLY small when a storm is coming. I can smell the rain in the air, hear the thunder in the distance and feel the wind going stronger.


As if it is a command, people start rapidly collecting laundry, getting things inside or under a roof and eventually just close that door that we think is safe enough to protect us from what is going to happen in front of our eyes.


That sunshine that comes after a storm, that clear ray that is surfing through fresh air is like a hope, reborn. And we open our doors again.

p.s. I love pictures of storms because they feel alive, I can feel the wind and hear the rain when I see a good one. So, don’t hesitate to comment on mine. ๐Ÿ™‚