MyJourney

I think I shall go home empty-handed this morning, but then my lens is lucky to catch a glimpse of some grey mushrooms above a small cre...

An angle is a simple geometrical figure, but stories arise from different of them when couple with our knowledge, experiences and some sauc...

This was the first rain long after January. Wind talks loudly over my ears this morning. Fog comes fog goes, stillness is jut a...

The ugly ducklings blossom into stunning swans, and the unpleasant caterpillars morph into graceful butterflies.  Only after burst...

This little world that I am inside is the glamour and glitter of the nature. I enjoy so much that I always go looking around, and...