Luci woke me up at 05:20. I have morning coffee with the news and spend most of my day doing pottery.
My suitcase from a trip I did a month ago is still on the bedroom floor. Dust bunnies are swirling under the bed, dancing to the tune of my neglect. The kitchen floors need a scrubbing yet when coffee escape over the edges of my cup, I wipe it with my sock.
I am ducking under trees and treading on soft moss. Movin freely with the OM-5 on my shoulder as I forage for mushrooms.
People keep telling me I should feel lucky that I get to travel with work, but I am just homesick.
As a photographer you need to be aware of your surroundings. After years in the industry I do this unconsciously. Photography has made me more perceptive in my everyday life.
Fall moments seen through my camera: beautiful autumn walks, coffee, cats and pottery.
If you ask photographers, Instagram is dying. Regardless what the feeling of the social media app is,…
I don’t know how many times I have said or written the sentence “fall always feels like…
I hit the wall; I am burnt out and exhausted. These are some mindful routines I am trying to implement to care for myself and get better.
This last year I have definitely started to learn to love the messiness of life. We are all a little messy and there is no perfect.