CITYSCAPE PHOTOGRAPHY AND ART CONTEST - Walk into another dimension

There is such a street, there are such people. They are very close to the center and every morning they pass through this street when they are in a hurry to meet their needs. They live in a very old building, with a very old yard, a sanctuary of mother cats. You will recognize it by the fact that it is not visible from the street, that it is hidden between the houses and that it seems to live in another time. On old square balconies, laundry is dried every day, which has absorbed the smell of detergent and fabric softener to the point of exhaustion.

Life is a journey, the destinations are countless, and the most important of them is you yourself in your various roles, ages, states. Or the person you want to meet, the friend, the loved one, the loved one. But all too often the streets are one-way streets, and so are the tickets to the future. And we diverge, walking in the same direction. Or we don't meet, simply because we walk side by side, not against each other.

You cannot go against your nature, but you can successfully get away with yourself if you are not ready to know yourself. And maybe we humans are destined to miss exactly those arrivals meant for us. To continue searching for our place and identity. And, hitchhiking through the deserts of our hearts, to finally reach the oasis of our discovery. Movement through time and travel through the world and human universes is possible with words, and the arrival depends solely on us.

Walking down the street, it wasn't long before I noticed a child wrapped in a scarf in the distance. As I got closer, I actually realized that it was a mannequin staring with an icy gaze into space and silently seemed to tell me a lot about the time it had spent on the street.

Although dressed elegantly and stylishly, the child mannequin clearly showed the scars of injury. It was as if his heart was broken.

Mother and father were sealed in time, petrified on one wall. They were faceless, but they held their hearts as if they were in some kind of pain...

Spices are commonplace for us nowadays. But what made people in ancient times feel such a great desire to own them? Are they used in religious practices or for cosmetic purposes? Exotic smells captivate, they are an irreplaceable luxury, a sign of civilization. No patrician can be without his perfumes and oils. The Bible already mentions the making of special incense oil to be offered as a gift to God. The directions for making it list myrtle, cinnamon, and cloves.