I captured this magical image on a rainy evening in Barnsley. It was one of those moments that forced you to stop and watch the magic around you.
Painting with my fingers always gives me that feeling of freedom...

A sunny winter day in London, Thames, people who enjoy the sun and walk.
He is there and looks at me waiting for me to notice his beauty. When he sees that I take the phone out to photograph it, he realizes that he has managed to get my attention and he poses.

Alice: How long is it forever? White Rabbit: Sometimes just a second

“I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then”

No matter how long it passes, it does not matter what happens temporarily, there are things that will never be doomed to oblivion, memories no one can steal.

Time is perceived by the beauty of our emotions, the better they are and so much more will fly, and vice versa, the more we suffer, the more slower and worse will run regret will be his guide.

"We’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity"
Boris Pasternak