In the right place at the right time
“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;”
(J.R.R. Tolkien)
This is my pensive self on a late spring morning in Tintagel, Cornwall. I remember the freedom I felt then, the breathtaking sights and the complete silence of the mist.
[EN] The shy spring sun reflects in the Atlantic ocean. Water seems to shoot out of the depths of the Earth, bringing life breathing algae with it. Geometric structures arise from the kiss of the sea and sky, while people, like moving trees, raise their arms towards the heavens. Clevedon, 29th of March 2019.
[RO] Soarele timid al primaverii se oglindeste in oceanul Atlantic. Apa parca rasare din adancurile pamantului, aducand cu sine alge cu suflare de viata. Structuri geometrice rasar din sarutul cerului cu marea, iar oamenii, ca niste copaci umblatori, isi ridica bratele spre cer. Clevedon, 29 Martie 2019.
It’s the first of February and snowing for the first time in Bath, UK. Some people stay indoors, others build snowmen, I…well, I become a medieval character for two hours. Meet Anam Fiain, the fair lady of the woods.
I was visiting Boscastle, Cornwall with my friends for a couple of days. In the morning, while everyone was sleeping, I snuck out and got creative with the local beauties (I mean the flowers).
This was taken in Croatia, possibly in Dubrovnik, as the sun was setting miraculously over the pine trees and people. I should have thanked them for sitting still, it was one of those moments where everything falls into place. I thank them now.
The Lake District must be one of the most beautiful places in the UK. On a sunny day, not only are all the geese out for a swim, but you also get funny pictures like this.
This is me and my brother approaching croc infested waters in Kimberley, Australia. You can read about some of our adventures in North Australia here.
When people do not see each other, doggies will surely do the opposite! This was taken in Clevedon, near Bristol, UK, on a sunny day in May. You are currently standing on the decks of Clevedon pier, where Tolkien might have been on his honeymoon a long time ago.
I went camping for a weekend at the Edinburgh Fringe. Although it is the grandest arts festival in the world, I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I often felt like this gentleman here…so many shows, so little time!
