Anticipation of May flowers…
The magic of new life ready to appear, our planet never ceases to amaze, Year after year, just in case we get jaded, familiar and we forget.
Day 90 of 365~
Someone, somewhere is shedding tears at this very moment. And someone, somewhere is sending them a good thought.
Wishing you all well on a rainy night in Germany.
Day of 85 of 365~
How perfect is a spiderweb? A little creature creating a mandala many times its size in a beautiful design that makes me gasp each time I see one. Even the rain falls in love with this great art.
How wonderful our planet can be if we only stop to notice.
Day 6 of 365
The same place on a rainy day is not the same as it were yesterday. We are creatures influenced by our environment and something as small as our emotions can make the world a different place to be in on a day like today which is nothing like yesterday…
image taken on a wet pavement of walkers by reflected and flipped.
Day 3 of 365
1933, a maze of amazingly original architecture, flying bridges, spiral staircases, dimly lit corridors, an eerie feeling of disorientation, and a must location to challenge any aspiring photographer. I love returning to this building again and again, that primarily served as a cattle slaughterhouse after its construction in 1933 in Hongkou, later a cold storage facility, and a medicine factory among other uses; it now hosts creative spaces, restaurants and shops as well as a few bewildered photographers. The possibilities here are endless to create, dream and compose.
From a recent journey to the old villages around Huangshan (yellow mountains) of China’s Anhui province, I was utterly inspired with the landscape, the feeling of calm that blankets the area and the mystical sense of being so far away from it all.
It made me think a lot about the nature of water, and reflections that are abundant in this place; the magic of seeing the world repeated, maybe for us to think twice.
A place I will happily return to.
juggling life and its twists and turns
memories laced with teardrops
destiny waits for no one
to rise above the level of lost
things can only look up from down here
holding up the sky
the unrelenting ghost of yesterday
the spirit of winter
preparing for a clean slate
those hands of fate
back to basics
Sometimes life invites us into a brief interlude between the folds of time. There we see beyond the obvious, we feel more deeply and we re-evaluate our lives and where our importances lie. The past month has been just such a life changing happening and as I emerge trying to find the end of a thread I let go of, I find that a whole new selection of threads present themselves to me. I pray that I may choose wisely where to get back on the train we call destiny.
Photographs taken during the past month in Germany, Lebanon and China
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Have you felt lately as though you keep on moving from one task to the next, from one place to another as if chased by your own shadow? It is as if we are all gripped by a fear of being caught standing still. We plan our year before it even starts and we project into our future leaving very little room for the unexpected. Our lives are preplanned and dictated in our phones that link to all our other devices that we allow to remind us that we are not free but bound inside our own self created prisons.