Bright red-orange rose hips show their boldness against the cobalt blue sky.
Quiet early mornings are paling out in the east. It’s cold.
Distant murmur of a highway carries on the waves of the liquid indigo coloured hour of the early morning.
Only one or two windows shimmer like gold in the darkness. I am gold.
Head slightly thick from burcak, but happy nonetheless.
Somebody is spilling bags of pink velvet over the horizon.
Seconds of time on my wall are the only reminder of reality. Tick-tock.
Crunchy breakfast and lifesaving tea in a pretty ceramic mug.
Other times I am mesmerised by the bleak and gentle patterns of the resting fields and lonely trees covered in wispy blankets of fog.
Muddy footprints and golden leaves cover the ground, sticking to my shoes. My toes are fighting the cold.
Silhouettes of trees are fading away into the distance as the forest enjoys a soothing face mask of rain and mist after a long dry summer.
Tales of sadness and melancholy are told by crying moss and droplets of rain in my hair.
Teardrops stick to the bark of trees, like diamonds.
Chilling wind and a promise of a nice cup of something steamy and hot.
The need to snuggle in a warm and cosy bed for a little longer. It’s still dark outside, who wants to get up??!! Definitely not me, I’ll hibernate this winter!
anna bella betts
Never still, always on the move, looking for the perfect capture... Cambodia is currently my home, presenting endless opportunities....
In this blog you will find no profound wisdom.
Just accounts of daily life, sometimes about photography, often about wine, occasionally about travel adventures and sometimes about nothing at all.