@basika 30 August 2021 more from that month

Rarely is life a fertile ground. It is often like a stone, hard, unbreakable, struck by various "gifts" of time. We are not the creators of the garden, we are just plants on it. Someone has sprouted on fertile ground and just needs to grow. However, someone got only a small crack in the hard stone of life. There seems to be no choice, but it is not. He always has it, and perseverance in the growth of beauty and the hardest stone of life can break it and make it a scene that amazes. We are all flowers in infinity. On what soil of life we ​​are sown, we have no choice, but what flowers we will grow into - is our Choice. Photo taken in spring, Dalmatia. Rijetko kad je život plodno tlo. Često puta je kao kamen, tvrd, nesalomljiv, udaran raznim „darovima“ vremena. Nismo kreatori vrta, mi smo tek raslinje na njemu. Netko je niknuo na plodnom tlu i samo treba izrasti. Međutim, netko je dobio tek malu pukotinu u tvrdom kamenu života. Čini se da izbora nema, ali nije tako. Uvijek ga ima, a ustrajnost u rastu ljepote i najtvrđi kamen života može slomiti i od njega načiniti prizor koji zadivljuje. Svi smo mi cvjetovi u beskraju. Na kojem tlu života smo posijani, nemamo izbora, ali u kakvo ćemo cvijeće izrasti – naš je Izbor. Fotografija nastala u proljeće, Dalmacija.