Life is a roller coaster, come on in, and join the ride!
We hear this so many times in life. Such a cheesy saying, don’t you agree? It’s like “follow your dream!”, ” don’t stop believing”, and etc., etc. They are cheesy incredible cliches, but who doesn’t like to hear them once in a while and doesn’t get that small sparkle of hope in the darkest times?
Bank holiday weekend in England is not to be missed. We were all expecting it and unfortunately is has come to an end… next one only in August. But let’s not despair, most of us still have some nice holidays before that 🙂 At least, I do!
Gothicism is this style that have always had a special place in my heart. A natural attraction to gloomy settings and dark themes that has been in me since I can remember. Gothic literature, architecture and music are the not-so-guilty pleasures of my life. Obviously, this includes cemeteries. Luckily the UK is very rich in this matter. So in my trip to Edinburgh, I ended up (sometimes incidentally) in a cemetery. And with a medieval background, I had loads of material for some good photographs.
Here’s my Edinburgh’s Cemetery Edit. Most photos were taken in Greyfriars Kirk, we also visited Old Calton Burial Ground, Canongate Kirk and finally New Calton’s Burial Ground.
From time to time I find myself struggling to deal with the different callings I feel coming from my mind and heart. One of the things I find hard to deal with is my intense need to live in the middle of chaos, almost as if attracted to it, opposed to my eagerness to emerge myself in the wilderness, to listen to the sound of nature, and be smashed by the power of views on which no human hand had a part to play, views that make tears come to my eyes, views that make me feel small and understand how irrelevant we are, mere humans, mere dust in the universe. How insignificant. How little.
There these places where you want to go for a very particular reason. I wanted to go to Liverpool and I had a single reason for it: The Beatles. I didn’t have any expectations on the city itself. My main interest was to visit the city where one of my favourite and best music groups that has ever existed was born. Basically, to go back in time to very beggining of it all. Continue reading “Liverpool, the Rock n’ Roll UK’s District”→
Yesterday was a lovely Saturday. For the first time in a long time, it was weekend and it was sunny in London. Staying at home would be a crime, and when you live for so long in a city where most days are greyish, when the sun does comes out you value it more than ever.
My small trip to Cambridge is also a very short story: it rained heavily all day and most colleges were closed because Christmas carols were being recorded by BBC. So we were really, really unlucky. I couldn’t even take my camera off my bag, so all the photos were taken with my iphone and, because the weather was really crappy, they also look awful.
Bath was one of those places that I really wanted to visit for while, more specifically since I’ve started to read Jane Austen and falling with love with her amusing portraits of society at the time. Some of her books have scenes placed in there, and Austen lived for some time in this town and, according to what is said, it was her favourite place to live in. I understand why.
I knew Bath had to be beautiful. My expectations were so high that I was honestly afraid of disappointment. But oh boy, IT IS BEAUTIFUL. I mean… it is breath taking, unexplainable. And the weather was crap, so, believe me, it is a wonderful town.
Some people label Stonehenge as a disappointment. “It’s just a bunch of stones. Large, but still, just rocks together in one place”. I wasn’t intimidated. What are these people expecting besides that? After all, that’s what it is. You go there and you look at rocks, particularly big ones, organised in some sort of circle, in the middle of green fields where there’s nothing besides some happy sheeps.
I’ve been living in the UK for 10 months now, without barely putting a step outside London. Not because I didn’t want to, but mostly because my first 6 months I was living as a completly broke intern in London and afterwards I needed some time to save some pounds, and then I had to find another room to live, one of the worst London nightmares.