I wish I could say I’m one of those people who are bursting with ideas, and have to get them out in some shape or form, otherwise they explode. I’m not like that, yet I can’t help myself. Why do I invest any energy in writing, drawing and taking pictures, even if the faint smell of sweaty effort is … Continue reading
Several of my friends got fed up with the 9 to 5 day-to-day, and decided to leave their old lives, in some cases even civilisation behind; the comforts of urban society, the convenient security of steady jobs and health insurance. All of them swear that it’s worth it, and they couldn’t imagine going back to pick up the threads of their old lives. Could that … Continue reading
Postcards from the Country 