Encouraging truth in wisdom of the quotes

Hi, Tomas!

What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly

--- Lao Tzu

what next?

When patients took a break for to go to the eatery, I took this shot. I think it talks out of itself, yet you may look for yourself at what hides beneath (in the archives of this blog) Have a good time.

faerie

You will see much more of my pictures if you click on the title of this post. Thank you

Colors speak in whisper

This picture looks otherwise on my other blog. Different backgrounds create different impressions. That's natural, but is it not strange that one and the same in essence can leave the different impressions?

There was a suspicion of sadness in the truth, but your comments refreshed my smile.

world's outlook towards us makes our diaries.
Thank you

joy for survival

The word is that you are what you speak. The thought inspires indeed. Wow, I am what I say.
I awoke with the words on my lips:

- Scat, all dark thoughts!

The cheerful 'Good Morning!' stormed into my hospital ward. It was the time of the visitation. Doctor's welcome inquired of my health state today.
- The headache troubles me, the sweatiness worries - what to talk about the constant backache...

Am I what I talk?
The innocent Good Morning made me the inmate of my troubles. Had I any chance to escape the complaints?
I looked at my neighbor and the uneasiness has doubled. Jonas was bound to the sickbed for forty years already.

I looked at a window. The sun was shining outside. Jonas followed the direction of my eyes and he blossomed with a smile unexpectedly too - we both were smiling. We gave one other a bow. It was done heartily and that was funny. We have learned to look at our headache as at a shadow that witnesses the light. That is not the worshiping of the darkness but otherwise - the gratitude for being alive, the recognition of the light in most unexpected places - underfoot.

Dear readers, help me to forget my disability. Your remittance can enable me to purchase the materials that are the obligatory to make the pictures you can enjoy at the pages of our blog. Thank you for your generous support. My correct mailing address :

Liepu 25-31, Klaipeda 92139 Lithuania

Tomas Karkalas

Our Victorelis

It was just accidental shot, but this feature made the photo doubly precious to me. I'm rejoicing not at my mastery to modify the view that was caught by my lens but the miracle of transformation that takes place in Modus Vivendi, art therapy club in the hospital for the people with psychiatric disorders (Klaipeda, Lithuania). Victorelis is not a model person. He is short and crooked man, who looks underfoot and dont attract girl's eye. But that is so until he knocks at always opened doors of the art therapy class. Victor becomes totally different person then. He identifies with the drawing, becomes the flowers that appear on his paper and everything else just cease existing.
Wow, what could attract us more than such silent vitality of the blooming earth?
It was no wonder, I just automatically took my camera and made the click you see below.

My quote:

"Beauty is all very well at first sight; but whoever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?" William Shakespeare
"Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret" Aphra Behn