A living in Lisbon (PORTUGAL) happened with the FLOWER COURT Apartment in this winter.The living room was enriched with white walls , curtains, the wooden and metal craft works and another curios in glass,wood and clothes. The contrasting reds of the furnishings with the white of the wall ,the fittings, Lamps with their shades in cloth and paper provided a sense of vigor and vibrancy to the entire space.While the painting on the wall depicted a far away view of the landscape and the history of the land, the metal sculptures arranged in an array on the table set a pace of movement to the atmosphere of the entire living space of the FLOWER COURT in LISBON,the Capital of Portugal!
In the past mid day lights of the winter, the farm houses ( Hungary) were found cheerful with the chirp and chill of the birds and animals within the farm- fences and around. The farmer was ready with the before dusk drinks and eats to them ; the young ones were released from their cabs to have their evening feeds and ran hurriedly to their mom. Though there were thick clouds of the winter in the sky, the sun shone brighter and sharper through and filled the grounds with fair heat and glitter. Amidst the farms ,stood my beloved home, shining brighter and soothing the chilling surface of the winter fields …!
The village lanes and paths provide a refreshing spirit to the air of winter in the forenoon ( the still is from the village lanes of Velilla de San Antonio ,Spain) 🚴♀️🚴♂️🚴♀️
The showers in winter starts within moments after the clouds gather around the air and lasts for a pretty long time, especially in the evening.Then the paths are filled with umbrellas all on a sudden because the folk expects the showers always in the winter!
The artisans were able to have enough wood from the land ; they planned to carve innumerable sculptors out of the wood they got; they thought of a huge animal found in the land to be sculpted out of the stuff they had got and thus a lot of wooden elephants were born out of the wood which they got; now those elephants fill up the courtyard of the artisans with a question of what the viewers would do with this much of wooden sculptors stuffed with skill and substance !? ( these artifacts are from the extensive showrooms of Srilanka’s craftsmanship)
The mother pushing the child in the moving cradle through the road amidst the woods in the Island beach kindles the thought on affection ,passion and hopes of life on the earth.