Magic Is Real

Magic is all around us, every day we walk past it, or we just don't believe anymore.

I have had a chance at a different life, a second life of sorts. A life I wasn't destined to have at all, because I was supposed to be dead.

I was always fond of taking pictures from a young age, and my dad always gave the camera to me. I did not take family pictures. I took pictures of old buildings, ruins or historically rich places were my favorites.

I now know why all these things and places rather than people attracted my attention so - people change and their soul gets mangled in the process.

This process of getting mangled and bitter shows in a way in a picture that you will be very aware of, especially if it is your family. You can see the change, if you are naive it seems o lu to you as being an unhappy person. It is not, it is a person losing their way and only they can choose where they choose to walk.

A journey of a thousand miles for me started at one flower. A yellow flower in my néw house and new garden, that I have never seen before. A perfectly beautiful light yellow whimsical flower. A flower that made me feel alive, that made me aware of the life around me. The thing about life your life in essence; if yours is threatened, taken away, disrupted or cut short and you lose all security and what you held dear - you stop living for a moment becoming grey with shock. Well, I did become grey.

No feeling of any sort, not anger or loathing or fear even. I did not have sorrow or happiness. No sorrow over what I lost and no happiness over being alive and safe. As it were I was an oxygen thief of sorts.

Then the Magic tickled me a tiny bit. Bit by bit and photo by photo I found my magic.

My photos may be a little different from what you may expect or from what one would call a coffee table book. It will be, I am sharing my thoughts and eye on what I see. Some pictures may talk to you other you may wonder why did she share this.

Let your mind wander through the plain beauty of nature, my nature through my eyes with my heart in every one. I am not a photographer, nor do I dream of becoming one. My dream is to show my love of the simple and small things I took for granted.