For quite a while, I remained bent over the thistles, the camera tightly gripped in my fingers. Suddenly, a worker bee landed on the flower beside me. Her head, like the golden sculpture of the Mycenaean era, was immersed in the stamens. She worked with a focused solitude, as if nothing else existed in the universe. Her movements were so quick and precise that I couldn't press the button on the camera in time. Nature has never created anything more dedicated than a bee to its work…
On the warm, quiet days of summer, the lake stretches before you like a mirror of the landscape and your soul. Something in its tranquillity compels you to pause, to be silent, to see... There, within the still waters, thoughts, wounds, and hopes are reflected. Suddenly, without a sound, you feel a beautiful renewal; something within you finds peace.
Φεγγαρόλουστη Απόλαυση: Νυχτερινό Μπάνιο στα Θερμά Λουτρά!
For quite a while, I remained bent over the thistles, the camera tightly gripped in my fingers. Suddenly, a worker bee landed on the flower ...
