Orange City

Fall: Day 11 (Final)

 Walk in the Park

 Live Gold

Looking Up

Fall is ending, temperatures are dropping. Time to get ready for winter!

Fall: Day 10

 Translucent

Trapped in the Magical Forest

Fall: Day 9

 Fleeting Green

Diurnal Shade

Fall: Day 8

 Twisted Reflection

Fall: Day 7

Glory

Fall: Day 6

Magical Forest

Fall: Day 5

  Flaming Garments

Progressive

Fall:Day 4

Translucent Fire

Fall: Day 3

Vibrant

Fall: Day 2

Life in Death

Faded Change

Fall: Day 1

Redhead

Decay and death are a mirage, for as the red leaf falls - it is all just a preparation for rebirth. Surprising, quick, budding rebirth. Not now, later. Quiet tranquility of changing seasons. Quiet, yet fundamental seasonal death, and a more violent, sudden spur to life. It's not a routine, it's a cycle. Life is stuck in routine. While cycles are natural.  

Not Yet Fallen

What is "now"? Now is just a moment of time. Located between past and future, it is infinitely small - almost untraceable. Oh, that's already a passed millisecond, look out here comes the future one! Yet the trees can feel the "now". Their difference between the naked future and the fully clothed past is longer, they live in a slower present. 

New York

New York

Glass domes rise from the Earth, as per some science fiction novel of the 1800's. They represent the Climb, embodying the ascension of the individual and the nation's strive to the top. Ants, ants work in these glass catacombs, consumed by their bustle for shallow happiness that successful greed provides, being useless, dispensable as individuals - but forming a powerful organism together, the modern Corporation. It was interesting to walk on the streets of that dynamic world, inhabited by luck and greed and perfect timing, all three playing with people's fates within these towers of Babylon. 

Rest

Inspired by the lack of sleep.

Tonal Memories

 I'll Still Keep You In My Soul

Suppressed Dreams

A Walk Down the Trail

Just a picture of my hometown - Oakville. It can be described by many words and by many pictures. I could have taken photos of the lakes, or of the downtown. Of the villas in some regions, and of homeless shelters in others. But what I think describes it most are its trails - the serene atmosphere, and the fact that Oakville is one of the most ecological and green towns in North America.

I only uploaded one picture so far. During the fall, Oakville really turns beautiful - and that is when I will upload many more!

A New York Morning

A Real Barrier

Dark Blooming

Uprising

It's what's on the inside that matters, it's what's on the outside that counts. A pleasant exterior, your own polished brand, that is one of the quick keys to success. How could it be otherwise when success is not defined as a journey, but a destination - and as society designates, the journey to it should be at maximum short. So we seek quick fixes. That might be dictated by society, or it might be dictated by our mortality - yet we are still in the great competitive race. Except this is not the Olympics, so malicious determination is what is rewarded. But rewarded with what? Only with material gain (& usually just a prospect of such, a ghost), while all else is sacrificed in the great race, considered a ballast which keeps people from getting ahead. Success is a destination, but do people know where it is? Seemingly so, but once we get there - it always appears to be just a little bit further. And then in the end you get old and lose, just like all of the parties involved.

Fortunately, that isn't always the case. Some people realize that its not one point that they have to reach in life (the point of ultimate satisfaction is quite a mirage),  that its a direction that they have to set for themselves. And I want to make my parents proud to have raised me, my kids proud to have me as their father, and to avoid wasting the potential I remember thinking I have as a child. And for that there is only one direction - up. And it's all achievable - one just has to deny vanity entry into oneself, or else they risk building a personal Tower of Babylon, where man thinks he can reach God.