On a sunny spring day

  

     

  

Voyage au centre de la terre

Here are a couple of pictures of my trip the to Padirac Abyss in France. It's an incredible journey down following tunnels and paths made by water rushing through the stone and rock of the plateau.

Glimpses along the way

I miss China and the Cherry blossoms festival.

London's Calling

Me: " Instead of ordering my book over the internet, I'm going to go pick them myself. Wanna come?"
The Other Ginger Sibling: "Sure, when?"
Me "Say... Tuesday to Friday?"
The Other Ginger Sibling: "Deal"

Thus began our Adventure:

I. The V&A Museum:

II. The Natural History Museum

  

  

  

   

III. A recap: 

Nobody can spell my name properly apparently.

We travelled literally TWO days.

As intended I brought back a couple of books.

Then some Harry Potter merch attacked me.

Aesthetic

I love autumn. I love its colours, the way nature slowly changes. The late summer days and the long hours of sun. Flowers and laughter.
The sun playing in the leaves like a fiery stained glass vault. Then the darker and colder days as an excuse to stay indoor and dream. Time to create, to breathe.

I wondered if liking aesthetics made me superficial.

I do love the way the trees are still bare but the forest floor is a blurry sea of green and blue.
The shades of grey and gold in the sky.
The way the shadows shift on the wall.

It echoes somewhere in me. Something quiet and comfortable.
I wish I could draw. I wish I could take pictures that would accurately convey what I see, what I feel.

I look at the world and feed myself of its small treasures. Glimpses of beauty.

Between birthdays