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Things growing freely, particularly trees. Evergreen, or bare, or in bloom, or with fruits... Its leaves, its branches: so spontaneous, so unexplainably accidental - and yet, so inexplicably beautiful. Its contrast with lines and shapes created by humans: also sometimes beautiful, but often too thought-trough, too straight, too sharp, too symmetrical... Yet, it also fascinates me to watch how nature immediately reclaims those straight lines - with uneven lighting, reflections, gravity, rust stains... Which illustrates the point, that despite our attempts to escape, to become independent, even to turn back and reshape, change the very nature of nature (pun intended!:) - we can't. We are still just a part of it, able to exist only within the context of nature itself. Which, I think, solves the problem of things "as God intended them" versus "things unnatural." There is nothing in or around us that is unnatural. We cannot escape ourselves.

Loneliness. Things - living or not - can be just alone, by themselves. Not necessarily sad, may be just content. Or they can be alone in the crowd - if they are somehow different. I think death is the ultimate study of loneliness: you are always on your own in death, nothing can relate. On the other hand, it is such a "this world" opinion. Nothing from this side of the fence can relate, or understand, even remotely. Which is not to say that on the other side they are not all united, together with the whole universe. So what is this fish: lonely and beautifully sad, or rejoicing, joined with One and the Whole, Unifying Love?

Colors. All of them. I shuffle them, look at the different combinations - and they all seem beautiful to me. Blues, yellows, reds, oranges... Violets, dirty greens, even shades of gray! Wow. Fascinating. Mesmerizing.

Birds. I don't really know, why am I so taken with them? May be it's a contrast between the ability to move so freely in the air - no roads, sidewalks, directions, complete freedom in all three dimensions; huge, when unfolded, wings - so they seem so powerful... and yet, so bound by determination of a single, simple goal - the flock survival. And here we go: "One cannot live in society and be free from society," V.I. Lenin, 10th grade...

People. Of course, it is always the case with friends or family: any mother cannot get enough of her baby - even if it is pretty grown up baby:) But I like strangers, I find them infinitely interesting, immensely intriguing. It is like taking a glimpse inside the parallel world, the story with no end or beginning: are they happy, or sad, or scared, or angry? What makes them tick? What makes them smile?
I would never know, but I can keep my fantasies, and my pictures, even though I will never see them again...