It is a common practice in the UK to “dedicate” benches to loved ones that are no longer among the living. I think it’s both a clever and beautiful thing and whenever I see a bench like this I try to imagine how the person was actually like. I imagine that there is a connection between that person’s souls and that bench, that the bench is an eternal shelter, a place where the souls rest, knowing that he was and still is loved.

I’ve been in East London today. I was supposed to photograph a fridge cemetery but I never found it. Instead, I found this distroyed court. It made me reflect upon the life of the people living in this area. Are they free, or are they trapped in a prison with invisible fences? I’ve already made up my mind. It’s up to you to decide for yourself.

I’ve rediscovered this two moths old photo and I really like it.

:* (for her, not for you :p)

Today I went to visit The Photograhers’ Gallery, and on my way back I went through Chinatown. All of the sudden, I saw all the little coloured flags and I imediatelly started taking photos. I was there for half an hour. All the bright colours and the blue sky made me feel good. I hope it will do the same to you.

I hate the person(s) who invented horror movies. Today I decided to stop and take photos in the Richmond Cemetery. The place was extremely peaceful, green and relaxing. But every now and then I thought I heard something and thought about the living dead, zombies, ghosts, etc. I know that my imagination is part of the problem, but Hollywood is responsible for the rest.

It’s beautiful when someone decides to share her/his dreams (visions) with other people.

However, sometimes it’s less beautifull..

Great Marlborough Street, next to Oxford Circus

While I was waiting for a film to get processed, I suddenly pointed my camera towards the sky..

I’ve been wanting to take photos in the Hammersmith area for a while now, and yesterday I finally managed to. The low tide revealed a grotesque world.

After coming back to school in England, I’ve decided to switch to English. I hope that my English speaking viewers are pleased (if they exist :p).

This is a cemetery that I pass next to when going to school. All the stones are from the 1800’s. I find it very strange that these “abandoned” graves exist. I’ve seen them in many different places and I don’t know why they were left like this. If anyone knows please let me know.

Photos taken in Richmond upon Thames, London.

Am sarit iar. Haotic, subit, fortat. Astept, astept sa sar iar.