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What are you passionate about? I hear so many answers. I believe my answer is pretty obvious for you, I have already talked about it hundred times. Maybe this time words are not necessary, just press a link and find out whether your are right:

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My film is online until I am OFF!

Stay in frame!

Yours Passionate Film Director

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Late Evening At The River Dnipro

August Evening

Hours of tedious effort are required to awaken and exercise that talent, to write that riveting “one true sentence” that seemed so damn simple when read. That simplicity is deceptive. It does not happen by accident. Now it is a skill easily acquired. Writing is demanding, solitary, backbreaking work. A writer mined the tunnels of his/her brain using words for a pickaxe. A week’s effort might yield only one nugget that is worth keeping and you can weep with pathetic gratitude over that.”

Kyiv Evening in Lights

Friends, isn’t it perfectly said? I found this wisdom thought in the book I am reading now and it set deep in my soul. Writing arises controversial feelings in me. I do love putting words into nicely-structured phrases with some meaning, in the other moment I hate looking for words to create that perfect sentence which should look simple to be read easily. Very often I have images in my head and lack of appropriate words to transform them to paper. And I even do not mention the use of “beautifully tailored metaphors, similes and other stylistics tools”, which are essential decorators of every text. Writing is a mixture of hard work and a pleasure. Just not many of us are able to write. I am not sure whether I belong to that group of lucky beggars, though I feel very good when I write. Sounds banal, but it is true. Every story is the chance to dive into the unknown world, explore the unknown feeling, and even do something I am not dare to in real life. It is an enormous pool of unlimited possibilities. I am so tempted and you?

Bridge Lights

10 pm at my watch. It was a late evening in Kyiv. A sultry summer day gave away to coolness. At last I could breathe and felt relaxed. I was walking along the Dnipro River. A light breeze ruffled my hair. There were no thoughts in my head. Only my eyes were wondering among people chatting on the stairs to the river. I saw mostly their heads and heard their emotional voices. Some of them were in silence. There were loud music and car traffic not so far. Somehow it was not a usual evening. With my friends we decided to cross the bridge and enjoy the beach island. I have never been at that place before. The views from the bridge made me stop several times to click some photos. Sometimes my friends even did not notice my absence. Each of us was lost in some inner thoughts, words came out rarely. A trio was sharing a wordless talk. Soon the lights from cafes and night lanterns winked on the beach horizon. The beach was occupied with local lovers of romantic atmosphere. We took off our shoes and went barefoot sinking our toes in the sand. Underneath my feet warm sand was ticking me. The next instant my feet stepped to the water. Dnipro was lapping my feet. The bridge lights were performing a blue-yellow dance. One more click. There were lots of couples at the beach. I caught myself on being a witness of first unsure touches, passionate glances and sighs. They were yet not sure of each others feelings, they still go on playing flirting games. They did not know each other well, and they were so afraid to break that sweet moment. First dates, first touches, first kisses. A very peaceful scene at the beach in the capital city at the Ukrainian map. And somewhere away at the East there was a dead silence in the expectation of night firing. The picture is different. Instead of beaches were dirty trenches, instead of romantic lights were night vision glasses, instead of gentle river was a field with enemies coming close. Loads of cigarettes, constant jokes not to be afraid, weapons day and night, and danger at almost every move. Similar are mostly young faces only wearied by war. They also dream of love, kisses and sighs. However, the most intimate relationships they have are with their reliable automates. Kisses sometimes may be burning though. Two pictures described do not intercross, and yet are linked. Without the second cannot be the first. Without a death cannot be a new life…

Blue and Yellow Dance

Without being read I cannot write!

Yours Ann

The Eye of The Sea Fairy Tales

Morskie Oko

Morskie Oko (the Eye of the Sea) is the largest lake in the Tatra Mountains, Zakopane, Poland.  A long time ago here were only forests, fields and meadows. A noble Polish gentleman who called himself Sea lived here. He had a pretty daughter. One Hungarian Prince fell in love with her and asked her father for her hand. However,  such marriage was not meant to be, since the Prince was not a Pole. Once Sea had been called to set out with the king on a military expedition. Before setting off Sea had locked his daughter in the monastery and threatened to curse her if she would disobey his order and run away with the Prince. His daughter became reconciled with her lot. Thus, Prince was not ready to give up. He decided to conquer his beloved girl’s heart with the help of jewels. Forest fairies who saw all his presents predicted that Prince would be rich soon and decided to help him They showed him a secret path to the castle. Shortly afterwards Prince together with his powerful army had conquered the castle on the top of the hill and married the girl. Unfortunately, Sea did not come back from his military mission and his daughter cried so long and desperately that her tears became a lake

Morskie Oko, Zakopane

Many centuries ago local habitats thought that this lake was secretly connected with Mediterranean Sea. It was believed that trunks with gold and jewelry were traveling through that passages and arrived to the lake where seamen collected them. Therefore locals dived to this lake to look for treasures. All their efforts were useless, many of the divers had never come back…

Nowadays Morskie Oko is the most attractive lake for the tourists. It is not so easy to reach, you have to walk approximately 9 km on foot. Alternatively, you can choose a cart with horses. The lake is quite large, walking around will take some time. It is one of the most popular attractions to not only foreigners, but Polish tourists as well. You may be lucky to witness even some wedding shooting on its banks.

The Eye of the Sea is not anymore a pool of girls’ tears or a death place for gold divers, it became one of the most beautiful and important lakes to be visited. Its past mysterious pictures are mixed  with its present happy images. So many feet walked there and so many pictures made. So many legends are made up, and so many memories are stored. Perhaps mine are the modest ones, but they still made with passion for nature and its designs. I love your designs, dear Lady Nature! Thank you for the inspiration! I owe you a lot!

And what are the sources of your inspiration?

I’d love to hear your comments!

Thank you and happy Thursday!

Yours Ann

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