I carry mornings and nights,
washed by time, actions and dreams.
Words are thoughts and thoughts are words,
I am letting them shape me;
I make water run through my fingers.
I water myself with emotional words,
to feel them, be them and leave them.
“Not all those who wander are lost.”
How many rings do I own?
Are they enough for all my naked fingers?
Are we aware of the power they carry?
Harmony, love, leadership, creativity.
They can improve, elevate and hallow any relationship.
Choose wisely the finger,
consciously or unconsciously magic happens.
A space we call home
Thoughtful objects here and there;
every object filled with memories,
holding them tight, safe — for you to hear them.
Being vulnerable, trusting & enjoying.
Taking pictures of us and noticing moments that are gone before we acknowledge them. Being more and more in the present with your loved one. Asking each other “How would you like to pose with this flower?” I always smile when I see people thinking about that. Those words turn the flower into jewelry; a piece of intentions you add to your body.
People in love. The more I started taking pictures of lovers, the more reality loved me.
I am waiting to take the bus and I see couples kissing, warm hugs in the line of cafés, long eye contacts across the tram sits.
People are laughing;
Letting go seriousness
Making the world a place
Safe for lovers.
Spending time in Nature.
Hoping to be back soon..
Keeping in this album memories from the days I spent discovering myself & the world around me. My imagination was still fresh from all the novels I spent reading after another. Alone was the best gift to explore myself. I realized later how all these days imagining my dreamy life I was creating it. Capturing what around me seemed magical; proving that life is not dull and boring. Rather full of mystery and wonder..
Spring has the perfect days to hear Amsterdam.
Silence doesn’t exist
Even walls are softly singing
When is sunny; the colors are louder
It smells laughs
Nature sings for fairies
And if you stay still
you may listen.
Weekend trips are for reminding us to be present.
A new city;
new feelings of the world,
walking in streets full of memories,
mine and yours,
that once lived there and will again — and again.
In these quiet moments,
Moments of trust and openness,
Connecting to people through photography is a precious gift.
A visual healing.
Opening ourselves to a different realm;
A realm that brings visions into reality.