^{Red hair is the rarest natural hair colour in humans. Cultural reactions have varied from ridicule to admiration; many common stereotypes exist regarding redheads and they are often portrayed as the “fiery-tempered redhead”. And how do you think about red ?}

Some of my favourite red-haired photos:

^{"Watercolor is the most light-filled of all ways of painting, but its luminosity depends on the white of the paper shining through thin washes of pigment. Watercolour is by reputation an amateur's but is really a virtuoso medium. The medium demands an exacting precision of the hand and the eye that can quickly translate solid into fluid."
Nancy Galagher}

Dear friends and devwatchers
May I invite you to the lovely watercolours land:

Dear friends and devwatchers
After a long break I find again some time and yearning for watch the world tenderly.
I hope my sound of silence is over.
I'm glad you're still there and I wish to visit all galleries I watch . But I think it takes some time before I catch up .

I'd love to share with you my admiration of nature again and experiments with frame sometimes. I hope you still like it.

Many greetings to all of you

Nifrodel

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I see trees of green, red roses too




I see them bloom, for me and you.



And I think to myself... what a wonderful world....



I see skies of blue, and clouds of white




The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night.




And I think to myself... what a wonderful world.

<sup>Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left it's seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.

Fools said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.</sup>
Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence. Please listen to: [link]

And some silence photos:

<sup>Pan kotek był chory i leżał w łóżeczku.
I przyszedł kot doktor.- Jak się masz, koteczku?
- Źle bardzo – i łapkę wyciągnął do niego.
Wziął za puls pan doktor poważnie chorego...
Źle bardzo… gorączka! Źle bardzo, koteczku!
Oj długo ty, długo poleżysz w łóżeczku...
Stanisław Jachowicz</sup>

ANG: There are lovely misty days outside the window and I have to stay at home
...To cheer up myself some beautiful misty photos
PL: Co za pech chorować akurat w mglistą pogodę Pocieszam się jak mogę