Some trees cry even in the spring time. This is a fragile yet beautiful carpet. I feel like dancing.
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A sad olive tree in a cold environment. Olive trees feel home to me. Izmir is surrounded by olive trees. The pastel green is a delicate color. Its leaves are fragile but also stubborn to resist most difficult weather conditions. It was my moms favorite. We had two ancient olive trees in our country house. My father planted another three. Both my father and mother rest in peace, the trees are there resisting all the suffering… That’s my home. Today in Delft, the Netherlands I have passed this olive tree standing next to a coffe shop. They have wrapped it for the winter.
Spring days in Brussels…
You can colour your life.
Death is everywhere. Our cat not aware of it in the country side.
Today was a day of nostalgia, I have traveled from Izmir to Urla with public transport to pick up my fathers car from our country-side house. Driving from the regional road along the seaside was pleasant. Intermodality also worked fine for me, hopping from metro to bus then to another bus and finally to a taxi.
Here the pavements of Urla, some belong to trees, their ages. My feet felt never wisdom before…