travel photos

here are some travel photos from wonderful places I have been. looking at them in a cold september morning in denmark makes my heart beat with nostalgia and longing ...!

sunday sytmens: the symphony of colors of a market place

sunday sytmens: the symphony of colors of a market place: "when traveling in the far east I always take refuge in a market place. the fruits and vegetables they sell and the very color of..."

the symphony of colors of a market place

when traveling in the far east I always take refuge in a market place.

the fruits and vegetables they sell and the very

color of peoples clothes of which they obtain from these vegetables makes a market place perfect in color harmony / a symphony of colors.

the happy and hopeful faces and the colorful dresses give me a positive energy.

the abundance of the stuff being sold here makes one eager to buy, buy and buy..!

that of course is the main idea of a market place and to meet people exchange news and see people practicing makes a market place exciting .

nothing is waisted here, the beautiful hats and baskets are of what is left after picking the fruits and vegetables. therefore the perfect harmony in color and material .

markets have a music , smell and sight of their own , it is a place for all senses.

do visit some to experience it.

sunday sytmens: more than a wall

sunday sytmens: more than a wall: "the definition of a wall is , a solid structure thatdefines and protects an area. the word protection already wakes the image ofsolidness in..."

more than a wall

the definition of a wall is , a solid structure that

defines and protects an area.

the word protection already wakes the image of

solidness in your thoughts.

however people with some creative imagination can form the function of the wall into an artistic piece of work. take the one I have seen in the western mountains in turkey, where with removing some stones you get two functions , pets and chickens and rain water pass through

without serious problems, genius and dynamic to look at.

or take the ones I have seen in ireland a stone sculpture , almost transparent. or the one in

vietnam , looking at it from the top makes you wonder if they expect you to see from there .....

it is a curved sculpture .

they all are define and protect an area , but with some extra thought and an artistic dimension.

walls are dynamic sculptures in the nature try and find some it`s fun.

virtuosity of carpenters

without loving what you do it would be impossible to

produce this masterpiece.

one of the jewels I have ever seen in my numerous travels around the world is in kizhi island in karelia, russia.

this church of the transfiguration built in 1714 demonstrates the masterwork of periods carpenters, who were able to construct these very complex shapes and amazingly harmonious curves of twenty two

onion shaped domes clad in aspen wood tiles without even using a single nail.

this island is an example of a civilization based on wood and the wood came from far away.

this is why I argue that you can not achieve a work like this without love , love of what you

do ......

a great place to visit.

sunday sytmens: onion domes of russian churches

sunday sytmens: onion domes of russian churches: "although russian icons painted before the mongol invasion of russia do not feature churches with onion domes where did this beautiful shape ..."

onion domes of russian churches

although russian icons painted before the mongol invasion of russia do not feature churches with onion domes where did this beautiful shape came from.

did the russians borrowed it from

muslim countries like khanate of kazan when ivan the terrible conquered them.

can it be these onion domes are shaped so they prevent snow piling on them, pure utilitarian.

onion domes often appear

in groups of three, representing holy trinity or five representing jesus christ and the four evangelists .

what ever the reason might be they are beautiful and very characteristic of russia and its churches. they are like one guide put it " burning candles " on top of these beautiful churches .

sunday sytmens: life along the russian rivers

sunday sytmens: life along the russian rivers: "no matter what the rivers flow, they no nothing about politics, changes in the systems... even the geography do not effect on them. in 10 da..."

life along the russian rivers

no matter what the rivers flow, they no nothing about politics, changes in the systems... even the geography do not effect on them. in 10 days almost without even remarking we rise 80 meters up.

I have been to russia many times but never sailed in the rivers . this is a very pleasant way to experience this gigantic country. the small villages and hamlets look innocent from a distance.
it is like watching a film rolling from a rear window. scenery changes all the time while you sit still with your what ever you are drinking in your hand .
early in the morning the mist brings even more picturesque view in front of you. no sound no color yet not even a bird around everything is sleeping only the river flows on , you stay still.

here and there more hamlets , some times a tiny path takes the family down to the beach.

one is always near to the beach as we watch from the back side of the villages only the spires or the onion domes of the churches give away where the center lies.
the sun goes down with majestical colors , asking you to wait for the next glorious day with excitement.





bridges binding two side of a village . a nudist in the midst of a

green beach, people enjoying the cool water in the river or burning the rubbish... a still and peaceful life.

constructing the lock-chambers are sometimes costly , you realize this when you see a church ruin in the midst of the river.

but life goes on the rivers no matter what, it runs so deep and free.

I wish the river had tongue so it can talk and tell stories or read a poem may be even tell the story of the " bronze horseman " by pushkin ;

" out of the gulf the neva turned back, angry,turbulent and swamped the island. the water raged more fiercely neva swelled up and roared......."

while gribojedov , our ship sailed along villages

hamlets, beaches where friendly people waived, sun went down moon came up the river flowed away deep and free as it did thousands of years.

bridges

I love bridges. these structures which allows people to cross an obstacles can be build in so

many ways and styles and differ in their spans. they are beautiful in the nature.

some are stone some are wooden some simple and

some complicated but serving the same purpose

connecting places and allow people to cross over.

some times it
looks amusing

when it crosses

over a dried

river but it is

there and should be used.

in bhutan you cross them

and feel swaying .

in japan it becomes an elegant structure almost a building. in vietnam I saw the simplest ones build just the need no more or no less.

bridges give me a feeling of longing may be it is because it connects places which are somehow

separated . if you one day decide to walk over one , stay in the middle of it and look around feel the power of a river passing under you or experience the emptiness under you, here you are in no mans land up in the air .

I love bridges