Always Wondering ~ Sometimes Wandering


Grab your backpack, fill it with your fav equipment and leave the house without knowing what time your are coming back.

What do I feel is the best thing about practising sports or any activity outdoors? Just being outdoors. That’s why sometimes I’d rather sit in the wild with my camera at hand and just look around, observing everything and noticing the details of every little leaf, rock… Maybe it is because of my childhood holidays spent on the mountains, allowed to spend all day on the outdoors, doing as I pleased, playing my own games and the ones I’d make up with my sister.

I dream of the day I’ll be able to spend time in my own garden, working under the sun, enjoying the breeze and letting my imagination wild.

Nowadays, though, I just enjoy going out. The sun always warms you, even on the colder days and the air is fresh. Natural light and different views will always be highly appreciated (especially after a week on the office).

As much as I can love routine, I love breaking it even more, or simply escaping from it. And those become the happy times, the moments to remember, the days I’ll remember in the future. Because routine, as good as it can feel sometimes, just gets lost in countless moments you won’t be able to tell from each other.

Nothing can beat outdoors time. It will keep me grounded and steer my imagination in ways a screen will never do. And it improves my sight and not otherwise!

The quietness lets your mind breath and all shapes, colours and feelings are an endless source of creativity.

Here below find some memories from a day out, being inspired by the late-fall feelings.

See you in the wild? Hope so!


Have it all ~ Sea and Mountains


Winter calls and we answer.

I made a commitment to myself to not be so angry about it being winter. I chose to enjoy it like any other time of the year. I think I’m doing fine. Though, winter is really just starting. As it will not end officially until the twenty-something of March, I still have three months to put my new attitude to the test. I’m feeling positive, though!

Does it feel less cold and comfortable now? Indeed. But I’m at peace with myself, I make sure I don’t feel the cold that much and that I still do things I love. Even if it means going less and less to surf some waves. As you’ll see below, that doesn’t mean I stop going to the beach!


When mountains call


Does it feel like winter in the pics above?  It surely feels cooler and the sun was almost gone when I took the pictures, so you can bet it doesn’t feel like summer. But it is wonderful as well, as always. Also, wherever you go, if you are in good company, there’s not much to complain about. And here we brought our dog and cat with us, while E. climbed and I entertained myself running around trying to keep the cat on sight. We even found some (lots of) mushrooms to take home for dinner. Win-win!

When the sea calls

I could stare at the ripples of the sea endlessly. Remember, you won’t see them ever again, not the same, not in all eternity.


And how wonderful is the beach? Much more enjoyable than in summer, where people are lying all around. We can bring our dog and have some fun while she runs and plays with all the other pups. I get to enjoy the salty air, enjoy the beach views and even watch some wild shrimps.


7 Photos to Inspire you to go to the Mountains


We are breathing winter all around. Cold temperatures, Christmas spirit everywhere, foggy nights…

Today is the last Sunday of autumn.

Long gone are the days by the sea, at the beach, the long sunny days, the hot and the comfy bikinis. While the last memories of summer disappear and winter becomes a reality instead of fancy photos of folk indoor life, my mind drifts to the mountains. I must say, I’m not giving up on the beach, I may even get more chances to go (surfing) than in summer. But the reality is now mountains feels so much closer and more appealing in the cold days.

There are countless days we’ve already been lost to them. And so we can count those days.

Spending so many hours in front of the computer, working indoors or even just resting, makes it almost necessary for me to have a break and go outside. Breathing fresh air, seeing real colours, the light… it all becomes even inspiring for the work as well as a calm reminder of the beauty of the world.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not always dreaming of going hiking but it always comes with a reward. It feels so weird to remember the hardest moments of the path as the best…

I often find little treasures on the way.  A flower to photograph, a nice texture, a romantic sunset… I feel content of being on above the town, closer to the sky, almost touching the clouds. Even when I don’t go one hundred percent willingly.

There are no paths that look the same, and usually, not even the same look equal every time.

When I’m outside, I’m listening. The sounds are so different, but I don’t usually realise until something gets my attention. The unfamiliar sound of an animal in the far distance, a branch breaking near me, a long silence broken by the wind.

The quietness and the stillness are hypnotic and sometimes frightening as well. But they are good for the mind, for the soul, for the creative inspiration. I don’t come back home with thousand of ideas for new paintings, but I do collect ideas of stories inspired by the wild. Fantastic scenarios, worlds and strange characters living lives worth writing about. And that gets me excited. Of returning home or of returning high.

I can’t deny those mysterious atmospheres. All that I know can take new forms and show me different realities.

Furthermore, the mountains recall in me the adventures I imagined, read about, and dreamed about as a child. And what can feel better than recovering part of that inner child in a little adventure?

Don’t you hear the call of the mountains? Will you come along?