
Somehow I have always liked taking pictures of insects. Something about their invisibility is catching for me. Noone likes to think of insects as beautiful, but for me somehow they have always been more catching than animals or people.

Somehow I have always liked taking pictures of insects. Something about their invisibility is catching for me. Noone likes to think of insects as beautiful, but for me somehow they have always been more catching than animals or people.



I have been recently thinking about the concept of home. Where do I feel at home and why? So
Home is snowcristals on the window
Home is when its dark and cold
everwhere else
but here
Home is not a place
but a feeling
which will never leave you
once found