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Tatiana Avdjiev / a bit of all

Tears on the window

Oh, I will stare the sun down Until my eyes go blind Hey, I won't change direction And I won't change my mind How much difference does it make? Mmm, how much difference does it make? How much... Indifference, Pearl Jam Thank you.

The island at noon

He looked at his wristwatch without knowing why; it was exactly noon... The island had an unmistakable shape, like a turtle whose paws were barely out of the water. Julio Cortázar

Jingwei filling the sea

The Ocean laughed. "Foolish little bird. You cannot fill me up! I am vast and endless!" The little bird was not deterred. "I will continue to throw stones into you, and I will succeed even if it takes me a thousand years!"

I see you are looking at my feet

Serendipity (noun) - finding something good without looking for it

Whenever it rains

...Several years later, from a taxi, you will see someone on the street who looks like her, but she will be gone by the time you persuade the driver to stop. You will never see her again. Whenever it rains you will think of her. Neil Gaiman

Two times

Love me two times One for tomorrow One just for today The Doors, Love me two times

Point break

Life, like surfing, is all about wave selection and balance. Never let the best waves in life go by.

Cookie shopping

Children have one kind of silliness, as you know, and grown-ups have another kind. C.S. Lewis

Connecting the polka dots

From now on, I’ll connect the dots my own way. Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

Black and white

I am a cage

... in search of a bird

Whiteness

Winter, floating down like the white lace of a woman passing by... That morning when one would wake to hear the world holding its breath, and silence, in lace, falling from the sky, a whiteness moving in a great moth wind softly upon the lawns. Ray Bradbury

Where is spring?

And a little of that sadness returned each year to him. It always went away with spring. But it was different tonight. Ray Bradbury

The emerald river

Chicago River turns green indeed, really intense green, every March on the Saturday before St. Patrick's Day when the city officials dye it for the St. Patrick's Day Parade. That day it just featured its regular river tones with overcast reflections from the cloudy skies and building shadows. I took the photo from the Tribune Tower where I attended an event, sneaking out to the balcony on a different floor to observe the beautiful panorama in the heart of the city. Unfortunately, Marilyn Monroe's statue was long gone from the plaza, but other than that, it was a breathtaking experience - whether from feeling the city's heartbeat, or from the strong winds blowing my camera away - or maybe just from the adrenaline of breaking the rules to get there, but I will remember it for having had the chance to take this photo just a few hours before my camera let me down.

Un été invincible

Let’s have an adventure. Head in the clouds, But my gravity’s centered. Touch my neck, And I’ll touch yours... It’s too cold, For you here, And now so let me hold both your hands in, The holes of my sweater.


Gold on the ceiling

They wanna get my Gold on the ceiling I ain’t blind Just a matter of time Before you steal it It’s alright Ain’t no guard in my house The Black Keys, Gold on the ceiling

Tree of spring

There is no blue without yellow and without orange. Vincent van Gogh

Little moments

The little things? The little moments? They aren't little.