White Spring threw doors wide open,
Bursting into sudden silver flames..
Last night, whole Toronto got covered with huge sparkly and sharp ice blanket. While for some (including me) it seemed beautiful and picturesque, however, for many this turned out to be a real disaster..
one of my favourite corners of the city, with Flatiron building.
but moreover, the city sinked into heavy smog..
Christmas decorations on the streets got carefully wrapped up in blistery ice.
The trees are strikingly beautiful but unfortunately, many did not last through the heavy burden and fell down, smashing cables and near-standing cars..
Not the best day to use bikes (or cars). Smashing rain soaked newspaper in ice, too.
You can say anything you want, but there’s nothing more beautiful than black and white photograph of ice.
We all have our own white rabbit inside that occasionally drags us down into the black-black-black hole of subconscious.
The black boy’s shadow reaches out for the black cat clinging to the top of the black mast. The cat does not seem willing to rush into hands of saviour – but at some point you become unsure, is it height or crazy wind that provokes cat’s doubts, or the boy himself.
I spotted the sculpture in one of numerous tiny paved streets in Bremen, and as usual I saw more to the installation when I began editing the photograph. As if unfinished at the bottom, the whole sculpture gives impression to be sunken into Nothingness.
In Celtic mythology there was a fairy creature, Cat Sith. Many believed it would steal a person’s soul before it was claimed by the gods, by passing over a corpse before burial. The legend says Cat Sìth was a witch that could transform by wish into cat and back eight times. If one of these witches chose to go back into their cat form for the ninth time, they would remain a cat for the rest of their lives.
Reaching out for the Ninth Life.