When England became Banyoles

I never write in my blogs, I am no good with words, because I take pictures, I feel sometimes I don't have to explain them, but as a personal journey that this is, I would like to mark a thought I had today, really stupid doh!, You see I come from a place in catalonia, a small village called Banyoles, where there is a beautiful lake and just only yesterday it revealed to me why I kept taking pictures of ferns, water plants.

I was taking pictures of my hometown. And it clicked, and I felt happy, I felt at home. I felt like I finally after 3 years taking daily pictures I found my place, and it feels good.I am not scared of repeating the same theme again and again, after all this 'hobby' is for joy, love, passion and never was meant to be for people pleasing.

I take negative comments to hearts but those shots do live in my hearts, regardless.

Always The Sun

“He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.” 

'Anna Karenina' Leo Tolstoi

Claire & Jon