Psychedelic tiles, accidental trip.

The tiles were behaving, but the reflections were on something else entirely. Colors melting, shapes stretching, and that neon green balloon drifting around like it’s my assigned hallucination for the day.
The whole place looked like a dream that got bored of being subtle.

 

Location: Home, Portugal.

Winter’s coming, so I’m overdosing on petals.

Winter’s creeping up behind me, quietly counting down petals, so I figured I’d let these flowers have a bit of glory while they can. My role? Human frame.

 

Location: Home, Portugal. 

Shadow pretending to be a flower.

A silhouette made of petals… strange how it felt more like a memory than a photograph. 
Winter’s coming, but for a moment I lived in a softer place.

 

Location: Home, Portugal.

Shadow dog refuses to miss a catch.

Did my dog actually catch the toy? Hard to say.
Did her shadow absolutely crush it? Yes. Ten out of ten.

 

Location: Home, Portugal.

Shadow won.

Trying to summon enlightenment, got my own shadow instead.

 

Location: Home, Portugal.

Sun side, shadow side.

Some days I feel like these two leaves: one bright, one hiding in the shadows, both still me. Holding them side by side like this makes it obvious, the darker parts don’t disappear just because the lighter ones shine. They coexist, stubbornly, honestly. We’re never just one version of ourselves, we’re the whole spectrum, even the bits we pretend not to notice.

 

Location: Home, Portugal.

When the storm takes a breath

 

The rain stopped for one minute, just enough for the forest to flip itself over in a puddle.

 

Location: Home, Portugal

Just me and my puddle universe.

It’s been raining so much lately that I think we’ve unlocked a new timeline: one where every puddle is a portal and my boots are the only thing keeping me from slipping into another dimension.

 

Location: Home, Portugal.

Two noses, one mystery.

She discovered her twin today. They stared at each other for a while, both equally suspicious.
Still not sure who won, but I’m pretty sure they’re plotting something.

 

Location: Home, Portugal.

Looking down to look up.

It rained all day, but the puddles were doing their best to make it worth it. I looked down, saw the sky, and for a second thought: at least my boots passed the test.

 

Location: Home, Portugal.

A quiet moment between me, my shadow, and a very serious pinecone.

My shadow found a pinecone before I did.
For a second, it looked like it was showing it to me, as if to say, “You dropped this.”
Hard to argue with someone who doesn’t talk back.

 

Location: Home, Portugal.

A backwards reminder: still human, just from another angle.

Sometimes a reflection says it better.
I was photographing the plants when the word on my hoodie appeared - backwards, curious, as if asking, “Are you sure?”
There it was: HUMAN, flipped and floating between leaves.
Maybe that’s the truest version of us, upside down, a little out of place, still growing toward the light.
 

Location: Home, Portugal.