It's about a slow-paced and quiet, solitary pilgrimage of a passionate photographer, with stopovers to contemplate the wonders of nature and one's own Self.

I'm afraid, for the time being my BLOG can only be read on PC,

while WIX and I are trying to amend it.


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The Gently Rolling Hills

I WAS RUSHING to the hills. How I missed them -- those gently rolling green hills! I willed my bicycle to run faster and faster, but it would only run at its own pace, even down the hill. At last I reached the neighbouring village, dropped by the shop and soon rode past the last houses. I then turned into a dirt road which took me to the hills. The road went up and down the gentle slopes. The hills around me were covered with a bright green sheet – the fields had been mown and new grass had grown. The bright green was a true feast for my eyes after staring at the monitor for endless hours. At last I reached my old spot, the same I had photographed, as it seemed, ages ago. I dismounted from t


A FEW DAYS AGO I quietly turned fifty-something. I was planning to switch off the phone and spend the whole of that day cycling a bit further from home and shooting landscape. Things turned out differently, however: I deleted irretrievably all my July photos (up to my birthday) and spent half a day waiting to see if my IT nerd guy could retrieve any of them. He did succeed, but his software retrieved not the ones that I wanted most. Luckily, I had put some of them on Instagram @loretagema (for landscapes) and @ahappylonersdiary (for the ‘Miscellaneous’ of my life). If I were superstitious, I would definitely see something extraordinary into it: deleting a tiny lump of your life – half of Jul