What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything solemn, slight or beautiful that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble a deep old desk, a capacious hold, all in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back in a year or two and find the collection had sorted itself and refined itself,
transparent enough to reflect the light of our lives and yet steady tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art  -Virginia Wolf 

our living space over the past year

Let your thoughts follow you, but not too quickly. 

Write each word to your own, allow it to describe that very moment , the air that surrounds you, the smell, the taste of salt to your skin, now close your eyes and imagine, allow yourself to breath. 

Now this is the best part, its only just begun, do you see purple and red on the horizon, not knowing whether it's day or night, tomorrow or another moment in time.  

a tasty tropical treat from the mainland.

Nederlands

among many other million people we visited the Eiffel tower and like all took pictures of it, most pictures couldn't fit the whole of the Eiffel in, leaving us with the option to take two pictures, but like a budding traveller not wanting to waste the film, we just shot on top of the previous exposed film hence the double exposure. We also negotiated both the hectic streets of Paris to visit Jim Morrison's grave, took a picture of the tree with writing all over it instead of the concrete stone. In the final picture you see one directional view of the Paris, taken from the highest land mark.

Le Marche`

wednesday in Biarritz

The coast of France.

found these hiding amongst others