İn fact totaly different from each other. Ayvazovsky’s seas are wild usually . This sea has a calm soul . I think the common point of both is have uncertain endings .
But Ayvazovsky’s seas remind us of hope, and this of despair . Both views are reality of our life. But sure this sea is more poetic .
My preference is Ayvazovsky's sea :) not so poetic like this but more artistic than it :)
Hey Mayumi , thanks :) you reminded me many things .
Yeah, We have to have our patience in time of danger. There is a saying that " A watched pot never boils." But we have to keep watching to reach our aspirant destination.
Indeed, how true, Shah, the same applies to milk, you stand by it and keep an attentive eye on it....it won't boil over - not for all the tea in China, but just try to give a furtive glance out of the window - you will immediately smell burnt milk, caramba!
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İnterestingly, it reminded me Ayvazovsky’s seas.
İn fact totaly different from each other. Ayvazovsky’s seas are wild usually . This sea has a calm soul .
I think the common point of both is have uncertain endings .
But Ayvazovsky’s seas remind us of hope, and this of despair .
Both views are reality of our life.
But sure this sea is more poetic .
My preference is Ayvazovsky's sea :) not so poetic like this but more artistic than it :)
Hey Mayumi , thanks :) you reminded me many things .
Mayumi, saya senang bahagiya dengan melihat nya!. The scene reminds me of Rod Stewart's song, Sailing. Thanks for sharing.
The first sentence is like....!?!$
Sailing is a good song....
Sailing, I am sailing, Stormy waters......thanks, Dara.
Yeah, We have to have our patience in time of danger. There is a saying that " A watched pot never boils." But we have to keep watching to reach our aspirant destination.
Thanks for the interpretation, Sha. Never heard of this saying but it is really true.
Indeed, how true, Shah, the same applies to milk, you stand by it and keep an attentive eye on it....it won't boil over - not for all the tea in China, but just try to give a furtive glance out of the window - you will immediately smell burnt milk, caramba!
Furtive. New word for me. Thanks for commenting, Rys.