Also called mums or chrysanths.
In some country, they symbolize death and are used only at funerals, whereas , in other countries, they represent honesty and are usually regarded as positive and cheerful.
I consider them to be the symbol of autumn...
Gifted with such powerful colours, and having the strength to bear low temperature they are one of my favourite flowers. Don't you love the white ones..?!
The ocean level is rising, and together with it the level of our sea. Not many people know, but we have a big problem. The water is eroding our cliffs, both beaches and coasts. In little words..we are losing land. These two factors, combined, will determine this old lighthouse to disappear by degrees... together with it's beauty.
When I look at this picture I find myself in a fairytale. I don't really know why...it could be the warm colours that remind me of the cartoons from my childhood, or the mist from far away that buries a place of civilization...a place where the passing time...the cold, soulless time... taught us to forget how to dream...
When I was very young I often made little ships out of paper and when it rained I used to put them on the water and see how they were flushed away by the sweeping little waves from our courtyard. After the rain I could see them run aground in some puddle of mud...but no worry..the next rain was soon to come. It used to rain a lot those days and so my happiness grew. It took me more than a decade to see my first big and real ship..and there she blows...
Have you ever went on a trip to the mountain, have you ever made a fire so big it seemed the scintillas almost reached the sky so closed to your head..? Have you ever fallen asleep searching for your star and awaken to the noise of a hungry bear....well...if not...you missed out on a great amusement...



















