So I’ll try this thing here first, just to make sure I’m not missing anything. These little things brought up a lot of memories.
It was a bright and cold October (if I’m not mistaken) day. We went to the Crawford Lake conservation area to see a 15th century Iroquoian village (aha, geeks). For me, any sunny day, no matter how cold, brings very positive emotions. So we wandered around the village, got into a longhouse. I held in my hands a skull of a young deer with a jaw full of teeth. Then we traced the circumference of the lake walking on the long wooden bridge. That’s where the picture was taken; he called me a dark elf due to my black outfit. It was awesome, we walked and walked and talked and talked. The scenery was wonderful, even though most of the trees were already bare, stripped off their golden foliage by rough Canadian winds.
“Throne of my lonely niche, my wealth, my love, my moonlight.
My most sincere friend, my confidant, my very existence, my Sultan, my one and only love.
The most beautiful among the beautiful…
My springtime, my merry faced love, my daytime, my sweetheart, laughing leaf…
My plants, my sweet, my rose, the one only who does not distress me in this world…
My Constantinople, my Caraman, the earth of my Anatolia
My Badakhshan, my Baghdad and Khorasan
My woman of the beautiful hair, my love of the slanted brow, my love of eyes full of mischief…
I’ll sing your praises always
I, lover of the tormented heart, Muhibbi of the eyes full of tears, I am happy.”
Suleiman the Magnificent to Roxolana
Our forest, a moment before rain started to pour
Genesis
I’ve added a new art album to my collection: INGRES by Phaidon. The book is full of the French artist’s paintings, and this time I’m actually reading the biography and detailed descriptions of Ingres’ masterpieces. While I’m flipping the pages, I start thinking how much I’d love to live in his times, meet him somewhere in Rome and become a part of his life. I could even fall in love with the man, with his talent. How fascinating it would be to sleep in the same room where he lived and worked.
summer drizzle
Caught this handsome guy from our backyard.
Miss summer so much.
Ezio Auditore is my dream man.
