Birch trees: a watercolour.
Jūra ir mana psihosomatiskā svētdiena.
Even if it’s +4C on 8 a.m. and cold north wind blows right in my face, I do not care and touch the sand and sea with my bare feet, because it’s spring!
Unbearable beauty of lightness. Ghostly brushstrokes over frozen Lielupe at sunset.
Seasons come and go, taking sun chairs with them. I do love a rainy Autumn evening on a silent, deserted beach.
Jorge Luis Borges wrote, we always see the sea for the first time.
You don’t need an LSD when water starts to play with sun and sky.
“the pulse of colour flooded the bay with blue, and the heart expanded with it and the body swam”
“The shore is an ancient world, for as long as there has been an earth and sea there has been this place of the meeting of land and water.”
“But that day, as I sat on the tranquil shore, it was possible to believe one was gazing into eternity.”