When I opened my eyes in the morning, I remembered my dream. I went back in time. It was a sunny day, and the sky was blue and completely without a trace of clouds, the wind was blowing weak. However, I saw a picture of me, was again a child, and I was with my … More Memories
This is a story that happened a long time ago … At that place, the view seemed to be frozen. As the fog advanced toward to the beach, it became more difficult to see people. – Maddison, why are you doing this? -Abbie asked.
It was in the middle of August and the day had begun with a small rain and the fog covered the mountains that protected the village. Last week, the thermometers had reached 40 degrees and a day with a rain was a blessing from the gods.
I looked inside the window, full of leaves … I do not know how long I stared there looking at the lights, the leaves and the shadows of the people passing by. Maybe it took twenty minutes. Long enough to photograph, to remember later.
Everything was ready. We had packed the backpack the night before to leave the house at 4 in the morning. The idea was to catch the first light of the sun at the top of the mountain. We were really decided to go but still, we were not very enthusiastic, like the first time we visited the … More Watching the sunrise
– Isabella! – What are you doing on the other side of the window? “I’m looking at one of the most beautiful landscapes that I have ever seen. “I know, the mountains,” Olivia murmured. Turning back, Olivia’s face was serious and thoughtful. – I’m going to photograph you.
The image stuck in my memory was incredibly beautiful. It was just perfect. The sky looked like layers in various warm tones, what surprised me most was the warm air that the mountains freed, nature is a mystery. I could stop time at that exact moment, the picture tells me everything I saw and felt. The … More Colourful Sky!
A cold December wind blew, and the families went out to stroll through the Portuense streets. The Christmas lights were scattered everywhere, the children’s voices of happiness were everywhere through the narrow streets of Porto, and the scent of roasted chestnut brought to mind stories of childhood that remained to be told to the little … More Porto at winter time!
“Manchester,” Dariya said in a cheerful voice. I imagined during the trip from London to Manchester what the city would be like. “There,” Dariya said suddenly, pointing to the city, “we are already at Piccadilly Station. It was not the closest station to the Christmas market, however, it would only take 18 minutes on foot. … More Manchester – Christmas Market
There was a cold wind in October, and Bella closed her eyes as she listened to the silence of nature. The heavy clouds were coming slowly down the mountain, and the fog began to thicken, making the road invisible to the mountain.