Sunrise on the Icelandic shore is a monochrome marvel. Artic cold ocean meets black volcanic basalt rocks, spraying joy, freezing moments of bliss. Against the dramatic backdrop, they played, laughed and walked down the black sand beach of Reynisfjara. Vanessa and Ollie, mother and son, sending a postcard from Iceland, the land of fire and ice.
It is a quiet understanding, a shared silence that speaks volumes. A steady presence through life’s highs and lows, a bond unaltered by imperfections. It doesn’t demand too much. Instead, it finds beauty in simplicity. It is trust, connection and companionship. It is love. And love is Venice. Laura and Marlo came here to celebrate it.
Oh Lanzarote, how much I adore you. Your winters tasting like good warm spring. The volcanic landscape brining me to Iceland or even farther, to the Moon or reddish planets. Just warmer. The smell of the ocean around you. Your rugged terrain. The stillness and simplicity of your nature. So raw and perfect. A minimalist masterpiece.
Early hours in Rome have their own rythm. Streets start to bustle as locals commute. Cafes serve morning coffee and pastries. Piazzas fill with brisk steps. The Tiber flows steadily. Joggers follow familiar routes. Vanessa, Jay and their wonder boys stroll down the city while the day begins. The Colosseum stood witness to their joyous time.
Welcome to the island of eternal spring and moonlike scenery. Its countless volcanoes, black sands, yellow and reddish rocks, the otherworldly nature – it all gives the very surreal impression of being on the moon. This is how Lanzarote feels. This is where I met the three beautiful humans – Alexa, Alex and their little Luna.
There aren’t many sessions of this kind – this dynamic, energising, igniting passion and drive for creation. Oksana had it all, the inner powers, the badass vibe, charm with a touch of art on top. The portraits of her are just a very positive side effect of the sessions we had in Venice, Burano and Florence.
It’s beyond my ability to put into words how does it feel to set off for a ride like this. Grand Canal at dawn, the 3200 metres of a pure magic. This is how Shadi and Berhad started their pre-wedding day in Venice, touching the essence of the floating city. The dream they had came true.
I’m sure you know that early morning delightful sounds of silence when you don’t really have to do anything. The pleasant lazy pace, the low light, birds starting to chirp, the first beams of sun, their warming touch. The sort of peace and hope filling heart and soul. Now this is the Ukrainian dream and longing.