Frozen days,

Revealing strange sights.

A four-legged man, or ...

Every year we go to a forest not far from our village to pick wild garlic. In a small out of the way corner, they grow freely. ...

Stages of us,

Slowly transforming,

Over the years. ...

Sometimes, trivial remnants remind me of friends and peaceful moments we spent together. Somehow, it always seems ...

This photograph reminds me of a movie from my dad’s era. I don’t know if I saw it with him. Maybe I did. His favorite movies ...

Our multi-functional old door. The mailman can deliver letters (we don’t accept bulky magazines, newspapers or packages.) There’s a round ....

There were no cars, I laid down too, but suddenly felt awkward – naked, afraid, anxious. She was staring ...

On days when I go for a walk through the fields near our village, I pass by this old trailer. It doesn’t seem to have ...

I’ve stood under beach showers like this many times. Washing salt water off my body after a day at the beach. ...

The farmers near our village were busy today. By late afternoon, the fields had been neatly mowed and the grass ready to be gathered for feed....

Stained, grey, perfect.

As a stormy sea,

On a winter day....

“Let your leaves drop gradually along the way,” the voice whispers.I walk by this wall often. During springtime it’s covered with tiny green leaves. ...

I wish that was me running on the beach, feet wet and sandy, carefree. But it’s not. Still, when I close my eyes, imagine, and ...

Most days I feel life is hard. A beginning and an end I don’t understand, toiling through endless days, drowning in noise, unable to see my road. ...

If I were to imagine where you live, it’d be here. I can see you waking up, walking out to the balcony with your sleepy eyes, staring outside...

Walking through the fields today felt different. The usual dense morning grey had given way to patches of light fog. The sun was trying ...

There’s a family-owned dairy factory in our village. They still use old-fashioned milk cans made of metal. I’ve never seen them being filled or ...

I’ve walked through snowfields like this, leaving footsteps behind, feeling free. This photograph reminds me of a quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson: “Do not go where ...

There are days when the world feels dense and it’s hard to see the sky. So I look for the little things in life that help lighten the load: memories, ...

Leftover relics from our lunch at a small seaside restaurant... She ate them slowly, relishing the delicate flavor. And while eating, began ...