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…

Slowing Down and Inhaling the Blues. In Morocco

9 am. The driver is here. They gave me a seat at the front. I am the only one travelling without a friend. So happy. Will be able to take pictures through the window. It’s so hot. Why isn’t he putting an air conditioner on? I am sweating. The driver says another 3 hours to…

Moroccan Rug of Dreams

‘Stop taking pictures. Are you from China? Do you want to steal my designs? Why are you taking so many pictures? Click! Click! Stop now! One is enough. Stop it.’ I smile. I need more time and someone in a bold outfit for the shot I have in mind. The one that makes your heritage pop out….

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

Take Time to Explore the Gold Around

I have taken some time to enjoy the golden fall. Caught fewer trams. Have you ever been on a tram? We have had some beautiful days here in Nottingham. Filled with sunshine, crispy cold, and blue skies. I do not remember the last time I took such a big admiration in my surroundings. Guilty of rushing and obsessing…

The Land of Lust

Once upon a time there was a fishing village in eastern Gulf coast of Thailand. The years went by and fish was not the only catch wanted by the locals. Blooming girls and rosy gentlemen started coming to the land looking for love in all shapes, flavours and forms. I had a great pleasure myself…