I'm counting days to finally meet my little girl and this definitely puts things into a different perspective. I'm really bad at talking about my own photography and it seems to be a general problem among photographers. So as soon as I saw an initiative of #reppingfriends I knew I have something to share with you. Thus after giving it some thought I decided to write about appearances and being kind to yourself.

The sacred juniper at Kataveski is a single tree surrounded by fields and can be seen from far. It's said to be 200-300 years old. It really makes you wonder about the ancient times and things this tree has witnessed. It's situated in my neighboring village, just a ten minute walk from where I live. For years I've been curious about the tree and secretly waiting for the right time to photograph next to it. (It grows on private property, therefore it's advised to ask a permission.) So now we did.

This morning my son came to me with a ragged carrot in his hand and said, “We should hold a funeral for the snowman.” Seconds later he started crying like we all have cried once over a melted snowman or a sand sculpture washed away by the ocean or a broken toy. As a parent would instinctively do, I started making up a tale.

“Snowmen don't die,” I said, obviously. “Look at the snowflakes. The soul of a snowman lives in those snowflakes.”

“They are too tiny,” he said poutingly. “That's not enough!”