Piet Mondrian reality

In a weird mood (or mode - can I reset it?) lately.

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And what did Mondrian have in mind?

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Cafe Baba, good coffee, not cheap though

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My favourite railway station. I have another one in Mazury that I equally like. They're both somewhere in between worlds, alternative realities. Maybe they are kind of hubs for teleportation...

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And a cat. His ear was malformed. An error at the molecular-genetic level of teleportation? Watched "The Fly"?

Jantar - a traditional chillaxing weekend at the beach

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A little treat - a jigsaw puzzle

:)

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You have to make it yourself

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Waiting for some cool breeze

Just a glimpse at the last weekend in Topolinek.

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That was his party! With the fireworks (or were these thunders and lightnings?) up in the sky.

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Fifi, as usually very charming target.

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And all the kids.

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Yogi and Bear among bees looking for honey

Now, however awkward that seems, the two dealing with bees and honey harvesting are Yogi and Bear (Jogi and Miś).

Bear is an experienced beekeeper, while Yogi is just a rookie in the business.

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Lesson number 1 - how to put on a beekeeper's suit, hat and a veil. And what the hell is that? Bee smoker - a husher for bees (pol. fufadełko, although I am not sure if that's an official word for it, Miś calls it that way) :)

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And here's the smoker in action. Yogi (left) and Bear (right).

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And here as well.

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And here we have the first Yogi Honey batch ever. That's what tigers like best.

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And just a momet after I shot that one I got attacked by a bee. Chased me far away leaving unwilling to go back.

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That one had to be in colour to show the harm. Plastic coated gloves would have made a better job. But a newborn pro has to learn on his own mistakes. Just one sting, though :)

THE Project

There are some rumours it's gonna be called "Follow the white rabbit". They're just rumors.

Anyway that was another hot and over-90-percent-humidity day of THE project. And as it's equally adventurous, challenging and exhausting, we needed some rest from time to time.

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Preferably with feet in the water. But only for those roughty-toughty ones who do not mind rats floating in the river.

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That's why it was better with feet outside.

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And some BB imitation?

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Another one.

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And totally natural. I kind of think it fits the project.

A Lou Reed day. A day behind the curtains

"Just a perfect day,
Problems all left alone,
Weekenders on our own.
It's such fun.
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good."

(by. Lou Reed)

There are days like that. I am sure they happen to all of us. Rarely planned, rather spontaneous, kind of slow, kind of underneath the curtains, if you know what I mean. Somewhere in between the worlds. The real one and the wild, unpredictable. Those days are like purgatory, like a pause, like the feeling a minute before you finish your first evening glass of wine, or first bottle of beer at a party. It's like the silence you've got in your soul when you finish reading a good book. It's like a ribbon in a shrine somewhere at a secendary road . It's just perfect in its simplicity, in how things go naturally on.

Do they happen to you?

Last Saturday was a bit like it.

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There was even a white rabbit on a leash. Like in "Alice in Wonderland". And it was pretty easy to follow it, to check how deep the rabbit hole goes (excuse me for my Matrix hints). Although it was called Miley, from Miley Cyrus. It bites when it is in a cage. Surprise, surprise.

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Biking. Empty. Red. Quiet.

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And an old train.

Actors are lonely

Just a thought.
Old school comedians. Buskers.

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