Diaries

A windy, wet start to the day. Water against the rocks creating such drama.

Stopping for a coffee and meeting 2 little girls and their mum. Beautiful blue and hazel eyes.

They also introduced us to their 3 little kittens. Such joy.

The little girl with wool acting as tresses in her hair just so that she could have the same hairstyle as her elder sister.

Knitting in the car. A first and such a useful use of my time on boring highways.

The rose museum. Getting over my apprehension of the ittar smell I associated with Roses. Rose Oil is gorgeous. Even the sanitiser had it and it had smelling my fingers for hours.

Guns and Roses. Two of the products of the valley. The story had me in stitches. 

A 3 BC tomb. Medusa and other carvings adorned the walls. 

A gorgeous drive in the mountains. A chance to try new techniques and blur.

Feeling proud of my compositional skills. See a huge leap forward from my spray and pray methodology. This sparked an idea for a project. Life’s a blur.

Communism ain’t pretty. Blocks of apartments now abandoned and unused. 

A city in the valley. Beautiful cobbled street and pink clouds that dotted the skyline.

A hungry little kitten who only wanted veal.