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“Wild is the music of autumnal winds amongst the faded woods.” William Wordsworth Autumn is so close. It’s in the freshness of the morning air. It’s in the breeze gathering and whispering through the trees. Days are getting shorter and cooler, and the sun is much less intense. Just a few more weeks and the…

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The opening scene of the Gladiator movie is one of the most memorable scenes for me. Perhaps it is because it reminds me of those beautiful summer days that are like a daydream. The days of walks in the fields of barley, feeling the fresh breeze in my hair and the warmth of the sun…

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Such a plain and seemingly ordinary day,
Fading away, gracefully coming to its end,
In this old town made of stars that wandered astray,
Where dreams and fairy tales seamlessly blend.

Little by little, as the twilight shadows prevail,
The eve’s tender arms wrap the streets in slumber,
Subtly this old town weaves a wondrous tale
Of the silent night – every sound becomes a thunder.

Gently the dusk falls over the quiet alleyway,
Lone lanterns through the darkness faintly gleam.
Such a plain and seemingly ordinary day,
Yet it bears more magic than a fairy tale dream.

© Vanda Ralevska

When all the world is cloaked in a veil of fog,
The only sounds my heart delights to hear
Is water dripping from the barren oak,
The echo of my thoughts, in a voice so sweet and clear.

© Vanda Ralevska

Sand is like an endless sea –
It makes waves and ripples in the breeze,
Stretches as far as the eye can see,
Until the tide rushes in and steals
The place it longs to be.

© Vanda Ralevska

You are the missing piece of me,
The piece I was always searching for –
In the mountains high and oceans deep
Until there was nowhere else to go.

And then, when lost by the raging sea
I found it, unexpectedly –
When the tide of your beating heart
Swept across the shores of mine.

© Vanda Ralevska

You are here
With me by my side
Where the tides endlessly fall and rise

You are here
With me by restless sea
Where the tides and time forever cease to be

© Vanda Ralevska

How hard it is to escape from places.However carefully one goes they hold youyou leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fenceslike rags and shreds of your very life. Katherine Mansfield For me winter is the best time to get to know intimately one of the most visited cities in the world. It’s the…

“I love photographing. It’s that simple.”Stuart Franklin Every year the Arena Photographers group, which I am a member of, organise a weekend dedicated to photography and photographers. The Arena Seminar brings together a first-class group of speakers and photography enthusiasts for a weekend of lectures, discussions and the opportunities to share inspirational photography. This year, similarly…

PluviophileA lover of rain;someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days. Collins Dictionary I love rain. I find its pitter-patter on a rooftop or against a windowpane one of the most peaceful sounds in the world. It’s calming, it’s refreshing, it’s comforting. Whether the rain is light and soft or fast and hard, the…

I am very excited to take part in the Arena Photographers exhibition at Young Gallery Salisbury. The exhibition started on the 4th February and is on until Saturday the 25th February. The displayed work is a wonderful mixture of different styles by the following photographers: Caroline Hyman Kathy Harcom Tony Worobiec John Gould Alan Hayward Hogbo…

Today I found a nice surprise in my mailbox. One of my favourite winter images was published the Winter Wonderland Gallery of this month issue of the Landscape Photography Magazine. I feel privileged that my image from Bushy Park, which is only a 10-minute drive from our home, made it to this stunning gallery. I have…

Finally the last day of the year in pictures. As we say in Czech “it was beautiful but it was enough”. Looking back I have no regrets. It got me out even when I didn’t exactly feel like it. It brought me some great moments, beautiful sunrises, sunsets, blue hours, misty mornings. It made me…

“When you touch my hand and your palm softly falls into mineThe familiar chords we don’t know about quietly resound” Finally back home with Martin. They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I can definitely vouch for that. Even after over 18 years of being together we miss each other badly when…

“Hold tenderly that which you cherish” Bob Alberti Last day in my home town – just a short walk round town and back to spend the last few hours with my Mum. I really wanted to take a picture of her, but my Mum doesn’t like being photographed. So I asked her to hold our…

Back in my home town and back to winter without snow. I went for a little walk down the memory lane and re-visited the town centre. Once it was a vibrant place, full of people, shops, cafes, department stores. Sadly not much of the atmosphere is left there now. It is a very sad place….

Our last morning in High Tatras was a very short one. Just breakfast and back to the coach to take us back to my home town. I stole a little moment in between to take a picture of a little token I bought for my Mum and me as a reminder of the lovely Christmas…

It only took one night and the winter wonderland was gone. In the morning I ventured out for another quick walk before most of the snow melted under the warm sun rays. It was a different kind of wonderland. The one with bright blue skies and sunlight that makes everything sparkle like thousands little diamonds…

I was following the weather forecast all week, and there was a promise of snow for Christmas Day. I was trying not to hang on to that promise, but I hoped and hoped. What happened on the day was beyond any of my expectations. We were suddenly in the middle of the winter wonderland. And…

Christmas Eve is our main day when we traditionally celebrate Christmas. During the day we would watch fairy tales on TV, decorate the Christmas tree, eat a lot of sweets, but no meat. In the evening the whole family would sit at the table and eat traditional Czech dinner – carp fried in breadcrumbs with…