Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.
Sunset on Neva River, with Peter and Paul Fortress in silhouette.
While taking this photo on Troitsky Bridge, the setting sun was on my right, while a very fat moon was rising on my left. I was literally east of the sun and west of the moon :) Love that old song (http://youtu.be/jkk2mMq2x8E).
—“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
Of all the spring flowers, parrot tulips are my favourite
They bend willfully every which way, pretending to be shy, then suddenly, shamelessly unfurl to reveal all their secrets.