Fencing series II

When you know your aim, when you see your goal - you shrink deep into yourself. No need to erupt into the outer world. Profound observation begins. You check your abilities, your strong points and your Achilles' heel. You take a detached view of everything and first of all of yourself, This is how life journey begins.

Fencing series

When my world perception differs from hers. When everything isn't as it used to be. When I learn to accept friends as they are. When I know how to accept enemies as they are. One day I came to an understanding of my parents. But her world is still different. Sometimes hard to understand. One fine day she becomes my prof and I am her apprentice and suddenly life becomes more relaxed.

It's fencing time!

I don't love sport - she does love it. I love poetry - she doesn't. I love red beet - she hates it. She has enough friends - I have some. I love, love, love paintings - she is very kind to join me when I decide to visit painting exibitions. Thanks God, we both love reading! And she is my daughter. And I am her mom.

I’LL BECOME A COOL CRONE ONE DAY!

Our youth seems endless until the first wrinkle we notice on the face. Then drama begins. Then we try to erase those wrinkles and feel exhausted after 4hour-work-out in the gym. We follow “right” diets naming them “eutrophy”. At the same time all the information about epilation is very essential. We’d like to know who, how and where. It’s better to find some nano technologies otherwise all the uncontrolled growth appears again and again. Males also have preoccupation with this subject. So here and now about us. And about me.

I’ll become a crone. People will call me a crone and I will feel myself cool. Me-crone will be FUCKTACULAR! I have no idea how to become a crone. I don’t have any crone-friend but I meet old ladies and gentlemen in my life today.
This autumn I and Barbara (my daughter) made a decision to take photos of old ladies and gentlemen. Let me say, it lasted till the first cold days. All the people stayed in their dens, so did we. But spring will come soon and we’ll return into the streets. People are different in the city. It was sometimes difficult to persuade ladies and gentlemen to take photos of them. They couldn’t believe that someone could do something for them without compensation. And moreover we could send them those photos. It seems unbelievable to them. In the village people are simpler. Almost everyone agreed to have photos. Women will be women at any age. They were smiling, patting their hair, rearranging their clothes. And everyone was mourning that was absolutely not ready for the photo session. They told me about their lives and it was interesting to listen. One old gentleman was disappointed to know that I was married the man of a different nationality. He didn’t give me a lecture but was upset a bit. Later he said that he was a mullah. I feel uncomfortable with such people, but he was kind and wise.
I’m not sure if I can become a wise person, but I’ll become a CRONE! Maybe I won’t be a wise crone but cool one. Definitely! It’s all water under the bridge so I will have nothing to fear.

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PERMANENT BEAUTY

I wanted to write about different things. Something really positive. Something that seems positive. Something that's so debonair. The last moment I've changed my mind. This has been the biggest wish of mine lately. I want to write about old people around. 

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Almost everyone is afraid, or doesn't want to think about future when we become old. People are obsessed with youth and everything that is concerned with this non-permanent state of our minds and physical bodies. Well, the post is going to be extremely positive. Believe me!

I should confess that I wasn't very close with my grandmother. Well, I can't say that she became my best friend but I see that she is an interesting lady. She had difficult life but hasn't lost the ability to feel the essence of life. They all are very positive. 

It was my hometask to make a portrait. I wanted to make a perfect portrait of an older person. I don't know these people, I only asked for their permission to take photos of them.

This lady has a wonderful sense of humor and amazing grandchildren. I don't know much about her. People in the big cities aren't very open.

Another lady was very suspicious and very confused. She wanted to look really nice in photo. So she did! She tried to smile and she did it in the best way.

 In the village people are more sociable but all the ladies mourned about their clothing. Remember I didn't know them and they all were very busy. Really busy. I was so thankful that they didn't refuse to pose for me.

They are happy. They appreciate what they have (they don't have that much. Only the most necessary stuff for living). They know what colour the sky is, they feel the weather and the nature.

This gentleman was a mullah. Although I avoid people that have "religious jobs" this man was an absolute wisdom. He spoke about the other (unknown for me) side of the religion and wasn't persistent. 

These photos don't need any photoshop. These people are beautiful inside and out. They are happy here and now. They value their past but continue living in the present.

Have a beautiful week!