Fascination With Tiles. In Morocco

Sometimes I watch tourists taking pictures in my own city. I try to look up with them. Very often it is something I have never paid much attention to or have never even seen before. I wonder if one can be oblivious to the beauty of Moroccan tiles. A gentleman at the market in Fez…

Smiling At Strangers

Sat in a coffee shop, watching the world and taking pictures of strangers. Who knew? They smiled. Big and genuine smiles. Brits are not so miserable after all (got to work on my sarcasm). I hope you have a great day and I hope you smile at strangers. Surprise Harmony

Never Underestimate the Ant People

I salute you if you do not judge. I salute you if you know how to listen without interrupting or jumping to the next exciting thing when you feel you are satisfied with the answer.  Do you judge when you meet someone new? What if I died my hair blue thinking that mermaids had better dreams?…

When Your Greatest Fear is Boredom

Some people might be scared of death. My biggest fear is boredom. Not the one where the solitude is the most overwhelming and everything seems dark. I am talking about the boredom where my inner child stops asking questions and does not feel the need to lick ice cream. Too worried it might ruin my crisp white shirt. Today…

Bright Blue Skies in Moderation

My best friend got a job at the chocolate shop. She loves chocolate. I wonder how long this loving relationship will last. My sister once made me Tiramisu. It was amazing. Once I have had too much I felt sick. A toast with cheese after a painful rice diet made me go to places I have…

The Beauty of Darkness

“During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of…

Tourist in Your Own City. Black & White Nottingham

  I find it amazing that we go to the most remote lands in search of blissful moments. Looking for beauty and inspiration. Escaping the familiar. I wandered around taking pictures. I looked up. I passed by some streets looking at my surroundings from a different perspective. I tried to be a tourist in a place where I feel…

Black and White Edge

Dreaming at the end of the bridge. Holding ice cream. Watching it melt. I wonder how the city looks when the lights go down. What do strangers do when they reach the edge? I asked my fried to think of the edge. He mentioned U2. I blame the sunshine. It is inappropriately bright today. One of those…