Perfection is not my goal.

My images are reflecting my surroundings, moods and emotions.


"There is this profound sadness
in watching the Summer pass.
The treetops still oblivious to it
but cranes are flying overhead
and the forest floor is singing
a song of autumn and death."
 
"Most often we are yearning
for the quiet after the storm.
But this time, strong winds
rustling the trees overhead
was what has brought to me
a precious, unexpected gift.
Silence has now returned
to my little part of forest
and the moon assures me
that it wasn't just a dream."