Quiet little neighborhood walk in Studio City, for Halloween 🎃
In this post I have a couple updates to give you on my Blog.
First, I’ll tell you about when I will be posting. So I tried different days, and more or less posts, and I figured with my schedule I really can’t post more than three times a week… which is pretty good already.
A walk through a marvellous garden…
A soft summer breeze is blowing, I’m hearing the leaves tickling each other and giggling with a distinct whistling, as if they are actually little human beings. Everything is alive in this forest, and I myself am part of it. I’m as human as the centenary tree in the middle of it all. I’m part of everything in this place, as much as they’re part of me.
My elvish skin is nourished by the sun rays, just like the flowers, and I blossom throughout the year in the same manner. I feel more connected to the ground I walk on, than the weird city lights I see being built in the far away. I wish they’ll stay that way. We don’t need artificial anything here, it’s already so full of life.
#fiction
The power of Lightroom…
I’m finally starting to master how to use that software, which means it’s giving me life ! I’m clearly still far off from the looks I want to create, but it’s definitely opening up an artistic side to me, which makes me really excited.
When I’m home in Serbia, I spend a lot of my time taking pictures of the nature. It’s just so divine ! All those blooming flowers, and the trees filled with fruit… and how satisfying is it to walk barefoot on the grass. I’m in love with every sight.
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It was a very moving afternoon, as we decided to go check what used to be my Grandpa’s house. I’ve never actually met him. Unfortunately, he passed when he was young, and so I only have these stories that my family shares about him. He was apparently super smart, an engineer, and it’s definitely really sad to know that I won’t be able to meet him in this lifetime, because I’m sure he would have been so interesting to talk to. His little home was truly beautiful, and the lady living there now, she used to know him. She’s family too, because she married my Grandpa’s brother actually.
We had a lovely time there, she has a stunning garden full of roses. It was just so peaceful. I tried homemade elderflower juice for the first time, it was insanely delicious. I could not believe how refreshing and sweet that drink was. She gave me a bottle to go… hum ? So nice of her. She told us more stories of my Grandpa, and gave us a tour, and I felt joyous having this new connection with my past. There were a bunch of family photographs in black and white that I’d never seen. I was real grateful that so many memories remained for me to learn about.
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