Writing Notes

Royal Botanic Garden, Sydney | Australia

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The Royal Botanic Garden in Sydney is such a good place to get inspired.

I could consider this photo as a sort of self-portrait of me,  caught in one of my creative flows.

A Sad Person After Work in C.Q.

Circular Quay, Sydney | Australia

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That's what my eye has captured lately.

The weather is everything but predictable this wintertime in Sydney: from sunny to gloomy as, within a few minutes.

So is the mood of the people around.

Ark(en) in the Storm

Arken Museum, København | Denmark

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It took me a long, long walk to get to this place but it was worth it.

Floating somewhere in the Cph outskirts, this concrete ship looked like sailing with the Danish winds, carrying all its modern, nordic, balanced charm.

Caged Nature and a Bird

Royal Botanical Garden, Sydney | Australia

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I like pyramids, and I can only guess the feeling of flying free above them,

watching my shadow raising up.

An Angel Argues With a Frog

Clark Park, Sydney | Australia

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In North Sydney there's probably the most charming and "secret" park in the whole citycentre: it's called Clark Park.

Awesome place for the fantasy to run free.

Glass Monsters

Circular Quay, Sydney | Australia

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Buildings like these are as creepy as the corporate institutions that they represent.

I feel the nature suffocating and drowning among these giants.

Green Hope Inna Square

North Sydney | Australia

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I spotted this building walking around North Sydney, among all the other mostly boring corporate towers.

This one pays a creepy tribute to the surrounding palms, allowing them to reflect themselves in its mirror-cages.

Shapes' Tension (Van Gogh Museum)

Museumplein, Amsterdam | Netherlands

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Movement.

In the end Van Gogh knew how to deal with movement in his paintings.

He knew it damn well I'd say.

Outside the museum I felt a sort of tension indeed.