This camera is sending the street scenery from my window in Montreal, Canada.
Sadly, the view outside my window is nothing to talk about.
Sometimes it looks a little better - at Christmas, when all the
street lights of garlands or early summer morning when the dew is still visible
on the leaves of trees.
It has been very cold and very snowy this year, in particular. We're usually
wishing for a bit of snow on Christmas, but we had plenty this year to go around!
The farther the better I like summer. There are so many
beautiful places here around of Montreal! Quebec is a very beautiful
province of Canada.
Every place in the world has its own beauty.
But my soul flies to the sea and sun. And such pictures like below awaken a storm of
emotions inside me!
I am 10 minutes (by car) from the City Center.
Almost every morning (when the desire takes me) I run along the canal Lachine to the downtown or Old Port.
This is about 10 ... 12 kilometers and It takes about 1.5-2 hours.
Sometimes I try to combine the run with visiting of new places.
There is always a small camera in my pocket. And from time to time I take some pictures
that attract my artistic attention.
"For me, running
is both exercise and a metaphor," Murakami
writes. "Running day after day, piling up the races, bit by
bit I raise the bar, and by clearing each level I elevate myself." I agree with him on 100 percent.
After running I exercise on my backyard and swim in the pool with the crystal clear water.
Almost all my passions in life are satiated. In the summer....
"I dream of a place,
A place I could escape to,
But the place is far beyond what is in this world,
I dream of a place of fine sand paths,
So fine that can walk bare footed.....
As I walk I enjoy feeling of fine sand on my feet......
I wish others could see what I am seeing.....
I have enjoyed my journey and now I must head home,
But I don’t rush my journey,
I take my time,
I want to cherish this moment,
To keep me going in my world.....
Now its time so I take a deep breath,
I open my eyes,
And now I am back home,
Back where I started,
I smile and get up refreshed from my journey,
A journey I want to share...."
From Dylans Starr poem.