I have something to say about taiga. I was there twice a long time and was able to get to know her better. At a more conscious age, I went to Yakutia, to the north, where there are long white nights, where there can be very hot, but short summers, where winter is freezing frost in the absolutely unimaginable temperature of -52.6 ° F
But in the early morning summer taiga wraps and lulls, it sleeps. The taiga wakes up slowly, a little lazy as if stretching after sleep. Taiga is melancholy.
This is a strange time when it seems that nature is spying on you, tending you to sleep, intending to wake up instead of you. And you want to submit to this nature6 beauty, nebula, coziness, and some special magic that it creates.
The time has come again to draw. Take a blank canvas, palette, paints, brushes and start creating, being in your dreams, in an unknown world, incomprehensible and beautiful. Someone thinks that drawing is difficult or somehow unusual. Not at all. All complexity can consist only in a specific mood on art. If there is no mood, if there are a lot of other worries, then, of course, it will be difficult to make the first wave of the brush, the picture will not add up to a single whole, and as a result, you will be upset, but it depends on you, it depends on the artist.
My winter has come. Cold snowy time came not only to the city, but also to me. And this doesn't mean that I have become colder or more serious, absolutely not. I have become comfortable. I light candles more at home and at the workplace, I create coziness around me, I drink a lot of lingonberry tea, I enjoy the snow and amazingly beautiful sunsets.
The other day, when I had insomnia, I decided to draw a picture that I had long pursued in my head, I even dreamed of it. I didn't want to sell it and decided to keep it for myself, because it is very important to me.
I'm in love with the picture, to be honest, yes, I'm in love with this beauty and the end result, like my victory over my exhausting insomnia. And now it decorates my workplace. It's very nice to look at this outer space in front of you, because you can dream, tune in to the right wave, if I can say so. Well, you understand what I wanna say, I hope (: Well, I love the picture and that's it!
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It was a sunny day and we didn't want to lose it. We decided to take a little walk to a beautifully landscaped area not far from our house. There was no snow, but already frost, trees were worth naked without leaves, but silence and rest in this place awaken joy. And of course, a little quick sketch of today and this beautiful place.
In the hustle and bustle of our days, sometimes there is so little privacy that you want to run away somewhere - in peace and quiet. I would like to be in nature with my dearest and beloved people. This time everything worked out as it should have been, as good as we wanted it to be. It was a great walk. We opened an amazing place. We felt so good there that we seemed to fill the owls of the soul with the energy of life to the top.
I invite you and myself again with me on this walk through the forest without snow, but where the birds sang it was cold, but the sun was so warm. There will be many beautiful and sincere photographs in memory of this day and our family moments. I hope you will feel that warmth and joy in the soul that I experienced, the warmth that my husband and our child experienced. Enjoy it with us!♥
The last part about Feodosia (the previous you can see by tags), the final. I promised to tell or at least give a direction - what to see in Feodosia. I will give you a small route. Go to the Black Sea embankment and go look at the Stamboli palace and cottage, then you will see the luxurious houses of the local rich people - the houses of Flora, Victoria, Milos, near the house of artist Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky. Give them due attention, enjoy the artist’s landscapes a bit later in the I.K. Aivazovsky National Gallery. Explore the single-track railway and watch how ships plow the Feodosia Bay.
If you are not afraid of rocking, then go on a boat trip - I am sure you will get great pleasure.
Then, having a snack, and there are plenty of cafes and small restaurants in Feodosia, go to the Genoese fortress. True, it was preserved much worse than in Sudak, but it also deserves attention. Do not take the time and take a walk to the "Golden Beach", and from there look into Catherine’s Church. Inside the temple is of amazing beauty. Take a walk in the Komsomolsky park.
If you still have the strength on this day, take a look at the museums, which are plentiful in Feodosia for the most curious: Vera Mukhina Museum, Znanium, MBUK Theodosia Museum of Antiquities, Deep Immersion, Museum of Theodosia Seaport, Museum of Underwater Archeology , Fish and Fisheries Museum, A.S. House Museum Green, Museum of Marina and Anastasia Tsvetaeva, Museum of Money, Museum of Illusions, RU, Feostoria, Cimmeria M.A. Historical and Memorial Museum-Reserve Voloshin, Museum of the coast of them. K.K. Artseulova, Museum of hang gliding.
Is there really a choice? There is. For 1 day, of course, to cover, if possible, is very difficult and it is unlikely that there will be anything good to remember, so if you have only one day, take a walk, select several places and immerse yourself in these places with interest, and then come to the wonderful sunny city more than once. Then you will definitely have time to see all that is left behind the scenes.
And I leave here light, silence, comfort, summer, rustling leaves, unhurried course of everyday Feodosian life in these simplest, but real and continuing photographs so that you can find yourself again there for several minutes again when you are far away.
After an hour of torment, I still decided what I would write here, in the first part of this, about Theodosius - a bright and simple city, bathed in the sun. To begin with, I will say that I love him very much. I can’t say that there are obvious reasons for this, besides a conscious first acquaintance with Crimea through him, as well as a sufficiently distant call of my ancestors, which is clearly and obviously echoed in me. Here lived my great-grandmother with her sisters. Here in Feodosia. Long.
And in 2014, I also recognized this city, which, having passed through the well-known upheavals, like the whole Crimea, smiled and seemed to care for all the events anyway - it didn’t cease to rejoice at something, make noise in the surf and reveal its rainbow-colored hugs to newcomers or newcomers here.
I was shocked by one feature of this city - regardless of the season, people who come here to relax here in the summer or the strong sea wind in winter and early autumn, the city, I repeat, always smiles. How can this be? I do not know. How can a city maintain its coziness all four seasons in sweltering heat or in heavy rain? Can. And saves. And the city does not come to life in the hot season, as often happens in coastal cities, at this time it only increases the number of people and opens more tents and establishments, but the atmosphere and its liveliness remain unchanged. The whole city is, as it were, flocking to the sea. And it would seem that this is absolutely obvious because here is the embankment, beach, sea, but I did not notice such a feature in other cities - neither in Yalta, nor in Sevastopol, nor in Sudak, nor even in Yevpatoriya. And I cannot explain this phenomenon.
To better imagine, I will explain this with a simple example. I live in Moscow and a 7-minute walk from the house on both sides - a forest, a landscape reserve, 20 minutes - a forest, a lake and picnics, 15 minutes - a huge forest park "Troparevo", and this is generally a huge array, there is an incredible amount of houses around trees - chestnuts, apple trees, cherries, and there are many of them. And if someone lives without a green zone near the house, if there is no park nearby, then it can be a little difficult for them to imagine that you can go out and find yourself in the woods in the heat, for example, while the person living there doesn’t really pay attention to it his attention (as for me - I appreciate it every day, it is a great blessing, especially in Moscow), because he walks without hesitation among the greenery and each time in the magnetic direction to this green massif.
In the same way, in Feodosia - everything is attracted to the sea. You can safely walk to the sea. Someone even went out to the store or took a walk, sat by the sea, went on about his business. For me, it is so strange and amazing that sometimes my mind cannot contain it. It is so simple. This is an ordinary life.
In the city itself, there is something to see, something to listen to interesting historical facts, than to enjoy your mind and expand your horizons. You can by car, you can choose a good excursion or tour guide, you can go on foot, as you like. Personally, I stomped all the places for my two - I love so much more. We parked the car, and then the whole city was in front of you and, armed with addresses, set off on a peculiar trip. Of course, it’s impossible to see everything at one time, and most importantly, it is impossible to be in the small streets hidden behind the houses, not to visit the courtyards hidden from the eyes, not to feel the city when you fly “just to cover everything at once”, if only time is extremely not limited. If you have at least three or four days, go forward to a thirst for knowledge, impressions and unhurried assimilation of what you see. It's worth it.
Today it was raining. During the day he really wanted to break through the clouds, but he just dribbled for a few minutes and stopped. It was stuffy. And so I wanted as soon as a thunderstorm. A real, May one, with a shower that will dust the earth, will make fresh air, which will wash away the remnants of sadness, sorrow, anxiety from you, will bring down all your dust and restore it again. Tomorrow is the last day of May and summer will enter into legal rights. And it promises to be hot. And we will wait for the rain.
I love when it rains. I enjoy it, breathe it, listen to it. And I love the peals of thunder, I love how to count and imagine how many kilometers he is from me in childhood. I was never afraid of a thunderstorm, although I had seen ball lightning a couple of times in my life. It buzzes unpleasantly, and even from the sight of a zipper flying nearby, a chill on the back. But there is no fear of this element. There is something enchanting about this.
I watched from the window. The area was empty, although enthusiastic teenage screams came from somewhere, very reminiscent of me at the age of 14. I wanted to go outside but did not. But she leaned out of the window and enjoyed it to the fullest, leaving cozy pictures and an equally cozy video as a keepsake.
In recent days, the camera stuck to my hands again, we remembered each other and hugged. So, I’m sure there will be a lot of similar pictures. And the video ... I hope :)
Meeting the dawn at sea is magic that needs to be caught and felt. You can just look at the beauty that morning gives rise to, or you can enjoy the heart, see what is invisible to the eye, but so understandable to the soul. It is always necessary to stop, exhale and inhale ... the dawn with its colors, a special air, the mood of an awakening nature and never sleeping sea.
In Beregovoe, 5 a.m. in the morning of fishermen, a red-pink Martian sunrise, a fiery sun rising from the horizon. It is not difficult to wake up early, when you know why and for what, you wake up without an alarm clock and do not lie down in bed, because you are attracted by special sensations that can only be obtained on the seashore.
Fishermen came earlier. Fishing begins around 4 in the morning, provided that the sea is calm. And usually a good catch. The fishermen are laconic, they are all in the process, but if you talk, you can hear a lot of interesting and entertaining stories, almost as if netting jewelry from the bottom instead of fish they took out. There are a lot of tales and sayings in the reserve, and even repeating themselves, they don’t become intrusive or boring. Such is the peculiarity of the coastal inhabitants.
It becomes cozy from the fishermen on the coast. They are like silent movie actors, and you are the main character in the thick of the incredible everything around you, inside the colors, inside nature itself.
It’s difficult to choose photos for the post, there are too many of them, I love them all and I’m ready to constantly review them. Each road has its own way. And not only because it was dawn in Beregovoy, but also because such paints were possible only in August. And warm, warm as fresh milk, the sea! Fairy tale!