Photos from 2015 and twilight
This photo was taken in 2015 in Novi Sanzhary, #Ukraine.
The photo shows a wooden interior wall illuminated by a single wall-mounted lantern. To the left, partly swallowed by darkness, a mounted wild boar’s head emerges, its features only partially visible. The lantern casts a warm, focused light that highlights the grain of the wood planks. Deep shadows dominate the upper portion of the image, creating a strong contrast between light and obscurity.
Twilight is a threshold, a moment when the world hesitates between what can be clearly seen and what must be imagined. In the presence of the lantern, darkness does not disappear; it retreats, reshaped rather than defeated. The soft glow suggests safety and human intention, a quiet insistence that meaning can be created even when night presses close. At the same time, the shadowed boar’s head reminds us that not everything yields to light, that remnants of the wild and the unknown remain nearby. Twilight carries this tension gently, neither alarming nor fully comforting. It is a time for reflection, when edges blur and thoughts slow, allowing memory and intuition to surface. The lantern becomes more than a source of illumination; it is a symbol of attention, of choosing where to look and what to acknowledge. In its limited reach, it teaches humility, showing that understanding does not require full exposure. Twilight invites us to accept partial knowledge, to coexist with mystery, and to appreciate the quiet dialogue between light and darkness that shapes our inner landscapes.
The cold sharpens the air, making every breath feel deliberate and newly noticed.
In the cold, silence feels heavier, as if sound itself prefers to stay still.
Cold weather teaches patience, asking us to slow down and move with care.
The cold strips landscapes bare, revealing structures usually hidden by abundance.
When it is cold, warmth becomes more than comfort; it becomes meaning.
Cold mornings wake the senses before the mind has time to wander.
The cold reminds us how fragile the body is and how resilient it must be.
In the cold, even light feels sharper, clearer, and more honest.
Cold days encourage inward journeys when the outer world feels unwelcoming.
The cold has a way of turning ordinary shelter into quiet sanctuary.
In cold air, memories surface easily, carried by familiar scents and silence.
The cold simplifies life, reducing choices to what truly keeps us going.
Cold weather makes small acts of kindness feel larger and more necessary.
The cold lingers on the skin, a reminder of nature’s indifferent presence.
In the cold, endurance becomes a quiet form of strength.
Confieso que la composición alcanzada en esa exquisita imagen, perturba un poco.
Tal vez fue la intención.
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