the arena

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”
— T. Roosevelt
Image via  here.

Image via here.

painting of the sky

As the earth turns away from the sun, and paints the sky with its goodbye, it brings us comfort that the nights will be glowing with the stars and soon a new day shall start again. I fall in love with these moments. These memories, forever engrained in my mind.

There is something magical seeing the sunset and rise on the other side of the earth.

Image from own collection. South Africa April 2019. De Beers Nature Reserve.

Image from own collection. South Africa April 2019. De Beers Nature Reserve.

tulips

The earth laughs in flowers.
— Ralph Waldo Emerson
Photo from my own collection. Keukenhof. April 2019

Photo from my own collection. Keukenhof. April 2019

Photo from my own collection. Keukenhof. April 2019. 18 years of friendship.

Photo from my own collection. Keukenhof. April 2019. 18 years of friendship.