Calmly, with a careless wave of her hand, she stretched down on the daybed. This day was planned for nothing –
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BISCUITS AND PRESERVES FROM A FRIEND – anthology “THE GIFT OF THE MAGI”
The last few years I have been moved to tears on many occasions by the surprising presents from friends that live far and that I haven’t seen for many years or we’ve never met in person. Their gesture was even more touching because it was unexpected and so much thoughtful. I also embraced my friends with loving presents and I honestly hope they loved them.
Thinking gratefully of these gifts, a smile started to sneak on my face, as I realised more and more how our way of showing appreciation, friendship and love resembles the classic short story by O. Henry “The Gift of the Magi”. We are approaching Christmas and now I wish to share with you the stories of gifts from my friends from far and away, from people I knew from long ago and people I only know from recently and I never met… As I have discovered, a “friend” is a very long-drawn-out concept and always demands the presence of care and compassion.
LANGUAGE OF PHOTOGRAPHY AND LABYRINTH OF MEMORIES – INTERVIEW BY CARLA COULSON
Finding friends and like-minded people is something we wish for every day, but not something we can plan. And when it happens, we know it is the real thing.
THE UNKNOWN KNOWN – project "IT'S PERSONAL"
Fragrance.
Gentle fragrance.
And nearly impossible to describe, delicate sweet scent, that can draw in people and insect…
THE RABBIT CATCHER - project "IT'S PERSONAL"
Moonlight was streaming through the open window and the hoary gramophone's horn was howling at it. The record was wobbling on the misbalanced turntable and made the pin jump, skip a beat and screech when landing on the disk again...
OCCASIONAL ANGEL (monologue of a dilapidated writer) – project “IT'S PERSONAL”
They told me my writing is a pose.
What the hell they knew…
THIS AIN’T AN ENTRY FOR THE SHORTEST STORY COMPETITION
“Sweetheart, my optometrist called, the glasses are ready to be picked up. Can you please go and get them?” was the short message from my husband. And that would’ve been the end of this story.
A TOAST – project “IT'S PERSONAL”
They were strangers a week ago...
THE SONG OF SONGS – project “IT'S PERSONAL”
How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves.
TARNISHED MIRROR AND TACTILE IMAGE – project IT’S PERSONAL
I have only sensations beyond the written word when holding a ripe fruit of quince.
Today I invite you to be my co-writer and let’s dive into this imagery story.
FAREWELL 2015 – PROJECT “52”
My dear friends and you, occasional visitors, that might’ve wondered here lost and with no aim, I have a confession to make.
I’ve sinned...
IN MY EYES, IN MY NAME – project “52”
The wise people were blind.
I can still see.
THE PUB AT THE FREIGHT STATION – project “52”
The days at the freight station had no beginning and never ended. The shifts and movements were simple – “arriving” and “leaving”.
INTERNATIONAL PHOTOGRAPHY AWARDS – THREE YEARS IN A ROW WINNING ENTRIES
As today I was crying over my badly crashed MacBook, marking quietly the 87th birthday my Dad would've have, I received a press release from the International Photography Awards competition (IPA), Los Angeles...
CHAMPAGNE, CASHMERE COAT AND CHOO (JIMMY CHOO) – project “52”
He wasn't making much effort to undress her – the cashmere coat slipped down swiftly on its own. "Whoosh", the silky lining made a whooshy whisper as it dropped on the floor.
NECTARINE BLOSSOMS, OLD MONK AND SPRING MORNING – project “52”
A young male nightingale settled in between the fragrant branches of the blossoming nectarine. He was not going to stop singing till finds his female match.
BURNING COALS AND ROASTED CHESTNUTS – project “52”
They called her Lolliphabai for “red apple” in Romani. But the only red she had were her plump lips. Her hair was char-black and wavy; her eyes were deep brown as the chestnuts she was roasting on the potbelly stove.
WHO FORGOT ODILE – project “52”
The tables were getting ready and butlers were overseeing the correct placing of plates, glassware and cutlery as the ball was to start soon.
ONLY ON MONDAYS – project “52”
Mondays were nonworking days.
The aged seamstress made sure that all garments were sewn, pressed and ready for her patrons before church time on Sunday...
BINCHOTAN CHARCOAL AND CALLIGRAPHY BRUSHES – project “52”
With no more time to waste, Takahiro grabbed an old sake bag kneeled down to the fireplace and filled it up with binchotan charcoals. They were just as good for keeping him warm, cooking with them or drawing, as well as keeping his water clear and pure.