Journal – Page 7 –

She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city.



Welcome to my space for thoughts and observations. My meanderings through life with or without camera. Places I adore, people I love, things I cherish, experiences I treasure. I hope you will join me on my journey.

Be Yourself. Everybody Else Is Taken.

Bluebell Light

What Dreams Are Made Of

Micheldever Wood becomes a very popular place in spring for its spectacular display of bluebells. The whole woodland floor is covered with a blue carpet

The Last One to Leave

Do What You Love

Do you ever ask yourself a question whether you should specialize in a certain type of photography? There have been a lot of discussions about