This is my place to be what I am,
To show you what and how I see.
This is about books, especially those of the classic Russian and American sort. This is an ode to drinking mate in the morning, and really any kind of tea you fancy – to writing in a tiny notebook the thoughts that consume my being. This is about my love affair with words, dictionaries and just language in general.
Sometimes this is about cameras and the photos I take with them. It’s about the people and places I find beautiful and heart stopping. About the things I cannot find words for.
And occasionally it’s about the places I travel to, places I long to see, and the things here at home that make me joyful.