I left my soul there – Down by the sea
I lost control here – Living free

One of those late September windy days, the streets are almost empty, summer is going away and
autumn is knocking on the door. I went for a walk through the sea garden and then on the beach
area and took some shots. I am going to miss that care-free rhythm that the summer brings. I’ll miss
those weekends when I run away and have all the time in the world just for me… I am going to miss
those sunny days which make me feel alive and all the little moments which made me feel happy.

You know that spring rain, after winter’s gone, and the sky just opens? Everything’s verdant
and beautiful in the soft morning light, and then the rain comes, gently pelting the earth
preparing it for spring. Right after the rain stops, there’s this silence, like nothing else you
ever hear. But it’s more than silence, bird’s voices, scent of blossom trees, unexplainable spirit.
Still making you remember different moments, frozen in your memory.

Whether or not the global warming agenda can be actualized will depend
in great part on finding compromises between activist environmentalism
and production of critical materials from domestic resources.
It is time to stop pretending that the two agendas do not compete.