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Tag: musings

  • A morning walk and latest news

    A morning walk and latest news

    I moved near here a couple of months ago, and I love walking this little forest next to theriver Cam, in Cambridge. It looks and feels amazing to be here, alone, wandering between trees, looking at the river reflections. I’m seriously considering getting a fishing license and sit here on weekends! The only thing I […]

  • Oh, Hi again! And new shop!

    I hope you all are ok in these weird times. Again, making honour to the name of this blog, it’s been a while since my last post here. In the past couple of years not much has happened but I’ve managed to do some trips around the country, last Christmas I went to Madrid after…

  • Hello again, Cambridge…

    Hello again, Cambridge…

    So I did it. I left London and moved back to Cambridge, where my daughter lives, so I can be closer to her in these weird times we are living. I have been tinkering about this for long, you might have heard about it. When I worked for a remote studio a couple of years…

  • What is going on with this blog?

    What is going on with this blog?

    The last post is from more than a year ago! Short answer, I haven’t found time nor inspiration to continue posting here as much as I did in the past. I have lots of pictures to edit and process in my computer. From past trips, from other wanderings around London, from… I don’t know, everywhere…

  • Belated new year’s musings…

    Belated new year’s musings…

    As it’s becoming traditional in this blog, half way through January looks like a nice time to talk about last year. It’s also my birthday soon, so it feels like a more natural end of year to me. I am still in London. A place that keeps giving me mixed feelings. I broke one of…

  • So cruel

    I disappeared in you. You disappeared from me. I gave you everything you ever wanted. It wasn’t what you wanted. So cruel, U2

  • Fate, destiny, coincidence…

    Like fate, destiny, except those aren’t real. Coincidence is as close as we get, but it’s all pareidolic: seeing patterns in things that aren’t there. Faces in clouds. We look for connections because we want to see them. We want everything attached as neatly as possible. It removes the concept – the concern – of…

  • The lighthouse…

    In every story, there is always a lighthouse, leading one towards something. Of course, a lighthouse really only exists to tell you what to avoid. I still dream, James Smythe.

  • People are forgotten…

    People are forgotten. Eventually no one remembers you. Hotel Silence, Auður Ava Ólafsdóttir.