I had forgotten how Spring was in Portugal. They have a saying here that would quite literally translate into April, a thousand waters. Which sounds quite odd, but it means to say that it rains a lot in April. And that was exactly how this April was. So Mr. Spring has a borderline personality disorder. … Continue reading Mr. Spring, the painter – part II
How is everyone's sanity holding up?I keep thinking this is a test to my own. How much more can I take, before breaking down. How strong am I really. Is this the ultimate test to natural selection? The modern natural selection. I have been going on walks in the place I was raised and growing … Continue reading Mr. Spring, the painter
First time in a few years I won't be travelling this Easter. I was supposed to be hiking in Norway at this moment, breathing the air of the fjords, feeling small in comparison to Nature. This Easter I'm in Portugal, staying at home. It is our duty. It's not supposed to be easy. It certainly … Continue reading A different Easter
It's important to remember . When an invisible, such microscopically small thing such as a virus is able to stop the world, to put everyone in quarantine, to threaten to ruin the economy, throwing millions into misery. It's time to remember how small we actually are. How insignificant our daily worries that take so much … Continue reading The unbearable weight of being human
I took these pictures only last Sunday, in a park near Hampstead Heath. I had gone for the allowed walk for exercise and was keeping my distance. It now seems it was such a long time ago. After 14 days in isolation in my room in London - where I was stuck doing literally everything, … Continue reading Dogs are the happiest creatures right now
The Winged Bone 