pLOVEdiv [Photo Diary]
The silky feel of a cat purring in your lap. The unpredictable rhythm of jazz. The taste of a steamy cup of coffee. The smell of crisp autumn air. The sight of a rainbow standing out from a fortress of ruined clouds.
Writers will put it down in words much more eloquent than mine. Photographers will see it in all its colours through their few-thousand-pound lenses. I can do neither. I can simply try and use what I have to recreate a feeling, rather than a city.