into the blue

Sunday blues. No, I don't mean blue as in sadness, I mean the many shades of beautiful blue around: the sky, the air, the snow. Blue as in relaxing, blue as in a sunny day, blue as in the wide horizon of a free day's freedom .

the former glory of Little Paris

the sky beyond

A block of ice is hiding the sky . Behind it thou, no barriers, no limits, since the horizon is always a beginning, and never a stop.

catcher in the sun

The sunset kicks the laziness away. The hunter awakes, even if he's not a vampire and he's chasing nothing else but his own shadow. Or, is he really hunting? Or he's just stretching that fur? Who knows? The only thing that's certain is that now this soft grey creature turns orange - more orange than Garfield himself... 

the painter

She can paint with colours, she can paint with flavours. When she walks, she walks in strokes of brush, spilling light on the city's canvas. When she is bored of art, she turns chocolate into a masterpiece.

She is Margot and you can see some of her recipes (in Romanian) & paintings HERE.

flavours of Bucharest (2)

A small restaurant on a narrow street. A stormy Sunday. Snowy streets. Four friends and a perfect afternoon. Malagamba, anyone? So funny how it takes an Irishman to create that perfect Bucharest flavour we are all craving for...

flavours of Bucharest

My World.

life without filters

... or photoshop for that matter of fact - looks bright and sunny. All you need is a good light.
Happy New Year!

Sky Watch Friday.