Green lands contrasting with the blue sky. The photo was taken from the top of the Castle of Montemor-o-Velho, a little town in central Portugal. The streets were deserted on a Sunday afternoon, as the sun was also a bit shy.
Lately, I have been paying more attention to my surroundings. Going for walks in places already familiar after being away for a long time, has given those places a different mystery. It's like I'm re-reading a book with a different age. Having lived and experienced more. You always find little details you didn't see before. … Continue reading Plants by the sea
I had forgotten how Spring was in Portugal. They have a saying here that would quite literally translate into April, a thousand waters. Which sounds quite odd, but it means to say that it rains a lot in April. And that was exactly how this April was. So Mr. Spring has a borderline personality disorder. … Continue reading Mr. Spring, the painter – part II
It is a cruel consolation to know and see Nature going on as it should go. A consolation because at least something looks normal. While we are in lockdown at home, with our lives on hold, not being able to plan not even short term, piles of anxiety, sadness, loneliness and depression are a contrast … Continue reading The Birth of Spring – Part 2
Without much travelling happening later, it's been hard to keep a frequent posting agenda here. I had made myself the promise that having less travelling at the start of the year wouldn't stop me from posting. Afterall I live in London and there is so many subjects to photograph in this city. And then, my … Continue reading Status: Travel planning on hold
Once upon a time there was a place in Europe, in a country named Romania. There was a class of wealthy inhabitants who aspired to leave, only to come back with heads full of magnificient ideas. Ideas to make that place as elegant and cosmopolitan as Paris, where they had just come from. They brought … Continue reading Once upon a time in Little Paris, in Bucharest Romania
Being in Sinaia is almost as being inside of a Tim Burton movie. I fell in love from the moment I stepped out of the station. A small park where I had to go through was covered it autumnal leaves. I was sad I didn't have the chance to stay in Braşov for longer, but … Continue reading One morning in beautiful Sinaia, Romania
I didn’t want to leave Brașov. That small adorable town, protected by mountain slopes, where colorful pastel buildings in art nouveau style decorated the streets. Where a sweet smell transpired in the evening as the street vendors distributed warm chimney cakes. Where there was an aspiration to be in the past, and yet to live … Continue reading What I wanted in Brașov
London could be at times the concrete jungle we all fear and desire at the same time. But the best thing about London is precisely that there are so many places that don't feel like London at all. And when the sunshine finally comes up, even if it's only for a few hours in a … Continue reading What does the fox say?
How many times do we forget to see? It's easy to look. Many times we're given the advice to look around, to look at, to look for. So many looks, and yet how many of these actually see? We are too busy looking forwards or looking back. Look into the past and perave in the … Continue reading Looking at the sky and seeing it