Lifeclicker (Issue 1, page 3)

Not Seriously About Serious Things

Green, Blue and White


Mental Food Click

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When you are under stress, pay particular attention to the need to nourish your soul with good foods. That is what I am planning to do now. I would like to feed you, my little Readers. Be good, put your business deeds aside, switch off your brain and let us think about art. I sit on the edge of your chair and we will have a small chat.

Bright Land

Money kills art. A real art. Probably you are wasting your talent somewhere in the office, because you have to pay your bills. You need to eat and feed your family. Your job is not where you can be creative. In fact, it can even kill any desire in you to create anything. It is a sad truth. You cannot let yourself always dream, since our biological clock ticks constantly without any stop (only if the battery goes wrong). Time does not stop. Hardly you can let yourself fly in the sky and dream what if, what if? You also may not have enough money to start doing what you like the most. If you are a musician, you need nice instruments and equipment. I live in a big city and use public transport every day, very often I meet musicians who play for money in transport or at streets. They are really great guys, very talented and professional. But who will sponsor them, who will invest in them, find them a good agent who can advertise them and show how everything works. Chances that some business man will be passing by and hear them are very few, as rich people do not go by public transport. Therefore, what else is left? It can be a pretty good practice for them as well. The more they practice, the better they sound. However, where does it bring them? Yeah, they are likely to earn some bucks and can have some fun; nevertheless, they are forced to come back to reality, ugly reality! The same happens with many photographers, film-directors, artists, actors, screen-players, writers, poets and many others.

Branched Tree

After being rejected by the world, you are still trying to find some happiness in real life. You play your songs for friends at parties. You make some photos while walking in the park. You write stories and share them at social networks. Sweet attempts of big dreamers to catch a glorious moment that can make us alive and free. Creative people are so weird. They hardly enjoy simple things. They always need more. Are you familiar with this feeling? Then, welcome to our League! Hopeless dreamers who believe in wonders! It is often said that the great dreamers are nice, but they are far from the world (or more bluntly, they would do well to land, one day). I wish I could bet, but I am not sure now! The more I look at the world, the less I understand. It works wrong and somehow not fair. At such desperate moments I need to have a break…

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And go out. I need some fresh air for my too fast working brain. I am following my instinct, I am heading closer to nature. We are all the children of nature. Nature gives us extra energy and makes us feel better. Thus, I am here, in my park, where I like walking a lot. Weather is amazing, everything is blooming. There so many different colors that I am lack of right words to describe. But I am so happy like a child. My Nikki (photocamera) is with me, sitting in my hands, and I am smiling and excited because I will make a picture, no, I will make a lot of pictures. Several seconds before I was on the urge of big sadness, and now look at me – I am a bouncing ball. Here, at small piece of territory I feel myself like at home, which I know like the back of my hand. You also have such a place, your own shelter where you creative spirit feels the best, right? Tell me more about this place? Do not be shy! Such perfect places make us who we are. They change our dreams to reality!

My Inspiration Place


Rose Message

Rose Flirts

Eros Clumsy has a birthday today. He is thirty-five years of age, he was already a mature man in his prime, however, his personal life was locked in his computer in his room on the second floor. He still lives with his mom who cares after him and cooks him delicious meals. His mom Dolly devoted her life to her only wished,boy. Dolly was left on the shelf far too long, she was quite obstinate and could not find a good man for her. When at last she met a man who conquered her heart, she had to wait for her baby to be brought by a stork. Finally, this day has come and she gave a birth to a very handsome baby with huge blue eyes and long black eyelashes (envy of all girls). Eros was a truly nice baby, she has never had any troubles with him. She and her husband Tom lived a happy and prosperous life. Dolly had everything she dreamt of – a big house and nice family. Tom was a pilot, so his salary let him to satisfy all wife’s wishes. Anything Dolly would like to have – she received almost at once: car, jewelry, clothes and etc. They were a couple like from a Hollywood film, their life was too perfect and happy….but not too long. From one of his flights Tom did not come back….he died in an airplane crash…Eros was only 16th and his life changed forever. He had to become a grownup and took care about his mom. Maybe this was the main reason of his choice to stay a bachelor, his life did not belong to him anymore. He cannot complain about lack of women’s’ attention in his early twentieth, however, girls liked his appearance and he was looking for his soul mate. He never considered a girl only as a pretty picture, Eros wanted to know a woman as another person and discover her inner world. Yet women did not give him such a chance. He gave up and started to get used to the idea of eternal bachelor. Hm, Eros was exactly not enough smart though and not farsighted, he has no idea that exactly this moment one crazy and passionate woman with a tricky name Rose was going to come….and make a big mess!

Rose Thinks

At this usual day, almost in the end, Eros got a very unusual message where a girl named Rose greeted him with his birthday and invited to meet tomorrow afternoon in the local park. Eros was so confused, frustrated and flabbergasted that he almost could not move, so in this pose he accidentally fell asleep and saw...

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HER – a woman or a flower who befuddled him with its smell that  is thought to be relaxing and restorative because it encourages him to breath deeply and slowly. Eros found himself walking through paths full of ROSES of various colors and shapes…ROSES were breathtakingly beautiful…and soo mysterious…

Garden of Roses

“The rose is a legend in it’s own. The story goes that during the Roman empire, there was an incredibly beautiful maiden named Rhodanthe. Her beauty drew many zealous suitors who pursued her relentlessly. Exhausted by their pursuit, Rhodanthe was forced to take refuge from her suitors in the temple of her friend Diana. Unfortunately, Diana became jealous. And when the suitors broke down her temple gates to get near their beloved Rhodanthe she also became angry, turning Rhodanthe into a rose and her suitors into thorns.”

Rose Enjoys Sky

Eros made several unsteady steps further…suddenly the still afternoon had become more torpid than before. Even the insects in this rose garden had ceased their droning buzz. The air was so sweet, full of aromas. A butter-colored sun beat down on the earth, which released its heat in rising shimmer. It was like being in a perfumed sauna, only he was not naked…

Roses Fly

The father of Botany Theophrastus (371-286 BC) first classified and identified plants. In his classic books Enquiry into plants and De Causis Plantarum (The causes of plants) he wrote about a “hundred-petaled rose” and called it centifolia (literally: hundred petals).”

Rose Feels

“Why white roses are so special is no mystery – it’s a myth. Perhaps it started with the Romans who believed white roses grew where the tears of Venus fell as she mourned the loss of her beloved Adonis. Myth also has it that Venus’ son Cupid accidentally shot arrows into the rose garden when a bee stung him, and it was the “sting” of the arrows that caused the roses to grow thorns. And when Venus walked through the garden and pricked her foot on a thorn, it was the droplets of her blood which turned the roses red.”

Roses in White

At that exact instant Eros caught a glimpse of her…again not sure a woman or a flower…tilting her head back she closed her eyes and let the sunlight spill across her face. She breathed deeply of the aromatic air, which was scented with delicious candies…

Roses Fall

She turned her head and looked at him directly…her stare was intense…his blue eyes looked more blue than usual reflecting the sky…

Roses in Color

He moved behind her, he tried to touch her hand…but wind blew his hand away…he could not touch and ensure that she was real…she seemed too perfect and so out-of-reach…and even if he could not touch her he felt so happy…

Roses in Yellow and White

Eros felt like the prince of the world. The sunlight painted stripes on her hair. He felt that light, so free. Joy bubbled from a feeling of a newfound friend…

Rose in Dream

Then he woke up…

Rose Drops

To be continued!