Winter is coming. Seasons transitions are as leisurely as a soft lullaby.
I remember feeling a little blue during the very first days of January. Tiny and with tight-hearted.
A few moments captured with my lens during this January.
A few moments captured in April before my departure.
Home. What is home?
Can we have our place somewhere else in this world? And still call it home?
Four years ago I didn’t know anything about knitting. I can say that knitting choose me.
Just a few little moments captured on an early morning walk.
February was so wishy-washy. At times I felt like a hamster running in the wheel...
Living my life with intention, sustainability and mindfulness. Doing things with a purpose. That’s what meant to be a Slow Life.