There are cultivators and gatherers. Many of us are more of one of them and probably most of us are little bit of both.
I myself am at first a gatherer. I love to find new places, discover new landscapes, paths and experiences. I long for travel, walks under the trees, by the river and along the sea shore. I gather experiences and flourish in seeing and feeling new things. This all comes primarily from photography. Photography makes me concentrate, look closer and search for new unseen aspects.
I embrace the gray days, different shades of the gray sky. From blue to green and red to purple. This grayness is like solace. It makes the colors shine. Promises clouds to fade away and sunny day still to come. Gray day is hope in its all shades. I love the gray days.
There’s something magical and unbelievably calming in old forests. It’s fascinating how some trees can live up to several hundreds or even thousands of years.
Gravel crackles under my feet. Choir of grasshoppers on warm summer eve. Scent of summer rich and sweet. Sun is turning towards next adventure. Summer at its best is blooming in splendor.
I have always loved rain and bad weather. I am not well suited for hot weather, and I am intrigued by what is left behind when taken out the serene weather and guaranteed sunshine.
