I could feel the rain lapping at my cheeks. The summer was here, and the colours were exploding all around me in subtle shades of vermillion, amber and green. The hues alone, hypnotising in nature, were enchanting my every step as I walked quietly through the valley. If, I listened, really listened, I could still hear the faint sounds of the birdsong breaking through the torrent of water. It didn’t seem to disturb the atmosphere though, it complimented it, yes, added to the sensation of calm and a spiritual awareness I had not yet awoken too. There in the distance, sheltered by its giant boughs, was an old tree and at its hearth, a pile of somewhat dry straw. It didn’t take me long to find myself slowing drifting into a blissful sleep. Here was nirvana, and I could feel my worries echoing, fading into the night.
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Well, I am a writer, photographer and video creator. I try to combine my gifts to create what I call “Dreams”, little stories attached to images, or videos that inspire, encourage and drive the imagination. I want to open your world to creativity and hopefully along the way, give you a little glimpse into my creative process.
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