Photos can be a mirror of our souls
… some of them could even tell you a story



Sometimes when I am looking at the photo I feel like I am in the middle of some story, a magic story I could invent by my own and keeps forever in my heart.
There are as many stories as there are people who created them.
Perhaps... today, you could make you own story as well…?

autumn leaves under frozen souls,

hungry hands turning soft and old...

frozen hands desperately need some gloves
cold wind is laughing at me knocking into my windows
even summer photos are seemed to be white and somehow cold…


I dream about going into the unknown where any thought makes always sense
I wish summer never has gone

My Rhodes is like a winter in July...

Through my window autumn.... in my heart the old ways* and green grass of Doolin...

*The Old Ways Loreena McKennitt, The Visit