I always knew i am not a great writer, to be able to work out the most perfect words to express a moment in time or a sensation you have , is the outmost divine gift in my eyes.

At least i am a photographer.

The organic market, the people, the sound and the colors... all so enriching.

I came home wanting to cook, I think that is the greatness about being a photographer, to get a good photo you have to experience things, cooking or siting at a park for hours, just so you can get the sensation  of what you love about it.

As autumn comes and the rain drops start, the little wonders of the city appear.