A Tulip's Intimacy

I LOVE tulips!  

They are not too sophisticated, too elegant, too romantic, too big, too small, too bright; I think they are just right.

The tulip originated centuries ago in Persia and Turkey. Most likely commenting on the Turkish tradition of wearing tulips in one's turban, European mistakenly gave tulips their name, which comes from the Persian word meaning turban.

Although people identify cultivated varieties as Dutch tulips, they are now grown throughout the world.

I've read about tulips and people believe that they symbolize perfect love. Like many other flowers, different colors of tulip carry a different meaning. Red tulips mean believe me and are a declaration of true love. Variegated tulips mean you have beautiful eyes. Yellow tulips mean there is sunshine in your smile and cheerful thoughts. Cream colored tulips mean I will always love you. White tulips symbolize heaven, newness and purity. Purple tulips mean affection and caring. Orange tulips mean energy, enthusiasm, desire, and passion.

No matter their color, they will forever remain one of my favourite flowers!

Busy Little Buzzer Bees

I never saw so many bees and I never was in their proximity so closer as the other day!

Yet, while I was working on a post about spring, my husband called me: "grab your camera and come quickly!", he said. And then I saw the miracle of spring right in front of my eyes, in our balcony: a bounch of bees buzzing around a pink hyacinth. I took my camera, set it on manual mode and took a few shots. I was so close to them that my lens literally touched them. But I never felt threatened by them, I was too excited watching them do their job.

I look at these images amazed by these little cute bees. A friend of mine was telling me: "it seems like spring!" and I cannot agree more!

Ballerina Project (3)

Another image from my Ballerina Project. I hope you'll like it.

Have a great week ahead!

Capturing a Flower's Beauty

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When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. To quote Georgia O'Keeffe, I want to give that world to someone else.

I created five different images: one flower, five different worlds. 

I give you all today. But which one do you like most?

Old Times Winter [scenes]

If you go to Sirnea, you'll never want to leave anymore! Well, at least, it was my case. Two weeks ago, I made my way to Sirnea just to see where the road went; and the road brought me to a wonderful village, with wood rural houses here and there, all wrapped in that winter's silence just before the last snowfall...

There are no words to describe things better! It was exactly like in Jacqueline Elisabeth van der Waals's poem:

White is the ground, white is the mist,

The clouds, still full of snow,

Are white, turning gently to gray [...]

White is the ground, white is the mist,

What enchanted quiet land is this?

Under what heaven do I walk?

I fold my hands and give thanks

To this greatest of silent wonders.

If my images don't convince you, then take a trip to Sirnea or...take my word for it :)
As far as I'm concerned, this place definately worths a visit every season!

Flower Power Women's Day

Happy Women's Day!

Whish your day is as special and unique as you are!

Ballerina Project (2)

Another post on my Ballerina Project work.
Here are six other Ballerina images diffused into one photo collage.

The First "Mărţişor"

 

I am very proud to present to you today a very old custom, named Martisor, an authentic Balkanian tradition which can very well compete with other traditional celebrations, from Halloween to Rio Carnival.

Martisor is the name for the red and white string, from which usually a small decoration is tied, and which is offered by men to women on the 1st day of March. 

Giving this Talisman to other people is an old custom, and it is believed that the one who wears the red and white string will be powerful and healthy for the year to come. It is also a symbol of the coming Spring.

Usually, women wear it pinned to their blouses for the first 12 days of this month, until other certain spring celebrations, or until the bloom of certain fruit-trees [see more here].

 

This year, my daughter received from her father her first Martisor. It's a happy coincidence, she's turning 17 mo today. But, giving the fact that she's very young and she doesn't understand the symbolism yet, she will not wear the whole decoration, but only the string, attached to one of her hands.

Also, today, Google [dot] ro knows more :)