FEBRUARY FLOWERS

it's 3.30 pm.

i just made the bed.

holiday mode.

yesterday my daughter & I

did a shop crawl.

she picked out decorations 

for her birthday party,

i went a little mad

in the flower shops.

had to finish off

with coffee,

hot chocolate

& cake of course.

it's been a week 

of not doing much of anything,

which has felt like everything right now.

it's cold,

but the light that floods in

whispers s p r i n g.

i'm sensing vibrancy in the air

that's opening up the senses.

tomorrow it's time for a sleepover party.

she'll be thirteen

& i can't quite believe it.

for me,

a few more days of relishing

the light,

the flowers,

the coffee that overflows,

pages of a book 

that beckon. 

wishing you a lovely weekend!

x

DREAM SERIES

“there’s something beautiful 

about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. 

maybe people & clouds are beautiful 

because you can’t see everything.” 

― Kamenashi Kazuya

☁️

NEUTRAL ZONE

Saturday,

in a neutral gear.

the chilly winds outside didn't beckon,

but a creative urge pulsated,

so I grabbed the camera

& pointed it around the house.

it gets the urge out of the system.

the urge you can't not obey.

and I lose myself 

in the light, 

the music, 

the coffee, 
the moment.

x

RIPOSO IN PIENZA

since the last post,

the big white has just got bigger,

& I've caught myself 

missing the heat. 

the beauty of photography 

is its ability to transport you

wherever you wish,

today,

to the quiet streets of pretty little town Pienza.

we walked its streets

at riposo time

after a week in Tuscany,

on our way to spend  a week in Umbria.

if you're feeling the cold, too,

I hope these raised the temperature

a few notches :) 

x

THE BIG WHITE

MOODY

some pretty exquisite moody inspiration

served up by Artilleriet.

x

MAGIC IN THE BLOCK

i put on my dreaming lens

& walked around the block.

 you don't always have to go that far to find some magic.

it could be the way the sun gives the roofs 

an early kiss goodnight,

lurking inside the pages of a book,

engraved in old walls 

that whisper a million stories,

woven in the the frosty fairytale world

of January,

 sometimes it stares you right in the face :) 

“And above all, 

watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you 

because the greatest secrets 

are always hidden in the most unlikely places. 

Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” 

― Roald Dahl

x