Seven Wonders of the World attract and inspire everyone, yet the trash by road prompt to put on the respirators. Not the gratitude but the heartache flowers in our yards, where the chatter on a bench consists of the blaming others for the personal misfortunes. The criticism has changed the romanticism and the world approached the darkness. It is obvious that the candles gave more light than modern nuclear power stations so to speak. Thus it is easy to envy the ancients, yet does anybody need the groan? I see the fine arts as the shoes that ease our walk through the world of the strangers, where hearty greetings look like waste of time to the busy consumers. So my pictures should be viewed as the tools to come into a hug, where our dialogue (your comments) will express the only life‘s value – the blessing of our spiritual fellowship.
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