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A picture taken this cold morning, in Kew Gardens. Such a beautiful place. I wanted to visit this place since time ago, but I don’t know why, I couldn’t find a moment. Now, it’s not too far from where I live, in London. I will post a gallery with more pictures, as soon as these Christmas holidays permit…

Sorry, again, for the delay in posting stuff here. I have been posting pictures from time to time in my instagram, and I have yet to edit and postprocess a bunch of pictures from some other places. Maybe not too exotic ones, but with memories (and pictures) that are important to me. Isle of Wight, Cornwall, Weybridge, Brighton, London, my birthplace… all places have been important in my life in the past year.

A year that, to be honest, I hope ends soon… 😉

Science is not only compatible with spirituality; it is a profound source of spirituality. When we recognize our place in an immensity of light‐years and in the passage of ages, when we grasp the intricacy, beauty, and subtlety of life, then that soaring feeling, that sense of elation and humility combined, is surely spiritual. So are our emotions in the presence of great art or music or literature, or acts of exemplary selfless courage such as those of Mohandas Gandhi or Martin Luther King, Jr. The notion that science and spirituality are somehow mutually exclusive does a disservice to both.

— The demon-haunted world: science as a candle in the dark, Carl Sagan.

It feels like yesterday, but I have checked and… It was almost last year when I visited Lake District with my daughter. We stayed in a small cosy cottage in a village called Cark. What I did not know when I rented it was that the place was a bit out of the actual park. We had to drive a bit more than needed, maybe. But we ended visiting lots of places, mostly in the southern and central area. It is, and feels, quite different to Peak District, which I also visited some time before. I feel like I need another visit at some point. Or two… I have fond memories of this trip. We both, my daughter and me, enjoyed it a lot. Here is a first gallery of pictures from that trip. Another blog post will come soon… 😉

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I took this picture in London with my mobile a few days ago, last Monday. I was waiting for an appointment somewhere close, sipping a coffee in a coffee shop from a famous coffee shops chain in Oxford Street. It should have been an easy thing, but bureaucracy always takes longer than it should. You need this paper, now you don’t… etc. It didn’t help also that I forgot some important document needed… so, I can’t entirely blame them for all. I guess my head that morning was very far from here. At least, it was a sunny morning. 🙂


I liked a lot the surroundings of where I lived a few months ago. Close to me I had Granchester, a very nice place for walks, or just have a tea (I prefer coffee) in the Orchard, a very famous place visited in the past by famous people. They say Granchester has the biggest density of Nobel price winners living there. And they do empty barrel races (not the Nobel winners, as far as I know) in Boxing day. Sometime ago, I went with my bike in the evening and discovered a small Natural reserve less than a mile from my place, Byron’s pool, is called. Basically, because Lord Byron took a swim there once. Here are some pictures taken in various days and times around there. Some of them a bit dark, some of them too colorful… 🙂

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I recently discovered this service from theprintspace called thehub that lets you setup a gallery of pictures and an easy shopping cart system. The prints are made and delivered by them. The quality is impressive. So, I created one with my “Low Tide” pictures here. Maybe you’d like to order some of them. 🙂

P.S. Of course, let me know if you are interested in prints of any other pictures of mine. You can browse this blog (the tag cloud can be a starting point for search), or my flickr account.

The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.

— Ernest Hemingway