Through the Looking Glass

Through the Looking Glass

As I’m walking the empty streets of Manchester, I’m looking for symbols of hope. Like hands shaking and people embracing once more, albeit we are watching through the looking glass. Our world is somewhat distorted at the moment, but there is light, even in the darkest of places. See the full album,¬†Manchester of Light and Shadow¬†on my facebook page.

Runaway Mailbox

Runaway Mailbox

On the last Saturday of May 2020 I went for a walk through empty Manchester. The streets were mostly empty due to the COVID 19 pandemic. A beautiful display of light and shadow emerged from the old and new buildings. This city is an eclectic and somewhat asymmetric mixture of style and modern living. Even this runaway mailbox has stickers on it. See the album Manchester of Light and Shadow on my facebook page.

Missy’s Easter

Missy’s Easter

Missy is our family Persian cat, we’ve had her for about ten years. This is a picture of her at Easter a few years ago. She got slightly confused about whether she’s a cat or a hen. Good thing none of the eggs hatched.

Robin of Lancaster

Robin of Lancaster

On a cold day in February, my feet took me to Lancaster. Williamson Park was my first destination, as my heart yearned to see trees and hear birds singing. As the sun gently rose to caress the mossy trees, I could see a young man climbing one of them. He did so with the agility of a feline, without hesitation or trembling. As he reached the top of the tall beech tree, I stole this glimpse for people to remember Robin of Lancaster.

Frozen Red Lake

Frozen Red Lake

On the third day of Christmas (2019), my family and I wandered along the Red Lake, Romania. Its frozen crust shone in the noon sky, as the wind pierced our skin. Chaotic snowflakes fell on our shoulders as the thick snow yielded under our feet. My mother once walked on the ice here, when she was pregnant with my brother. The ice cracked…

The Path to Edale

The Path to Edale

One sunny October day, I discovered the beauty of Edale, in the Peak District, UK. Its rolling hills and serene lighting enchanted me completely. It reminded me of a time of peace and simple joys, a time of green grass and grazing sheep…ah how my heart soars in the fresh wind of Edale!

The Wanderer

The Wanderer

“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.

Surf Babies

Surf babies

Two brave little souls brave the unpredictable waves of Tonel beach, Sagres, Portugal. Their mother is watching closely from the beach.

Tonel Surfers

Tonel Surfers

There is a peak in the south of Portugal, where the west and south coast meet. That place is called Sagres, a heaven on Earth. Here surfing is second nature to the locals, with plenty of beaches to choose from. One of these beaches is Tonel, a rocky coast line of breathtaking beauty. Surfers often come here to glaze the ocean waves before the tides cover up the rocks.

Grandpa and the Little Mermaid

Grandpa and the Little Mermaid

[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.

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