The photo portrays my yard , yet this shot is much more than just an autumn pick. I face this view each time I go out of my room and it looks like a sign… the riddle of being – the fate. The ability to recognize the mystery in the ordinary steps makes the life the colorful, yet the explanations of my eyesight just illustrates my thoughts, but don’t change anything. Thus the first impression was replaced with the new riddle . Why did humanity so appreciate the knowledge? What makes her the powerful tool for moving … where?
These questions returned me back to my post Fall Festival. As I looked around, feast of All Souls Day knocked on my heart once again.