So, this is where I spent my Christmas in 2015 - Israel. Most of the pictures above are taken in Tel-Aviv. Israel is a beautiful place and I'd personally recommend travelling there.

Tensing, stretching on dirty sheets. Stuffy air and twilight of blinds shining on your body. Strong legs carry you as you strut shadows consuming you as your darkness begins. Come to me, flower in your hands, let me drink from you, let me have you all to myself.

The wind mourns a lost love, someone’s sweetheart from long ago. The wind doesn’t mourn me. Looking out into the dark night from my cold and lonely windowsill at 2 am. I wait for my soul to wander and meet the childish me and remind her of the darkness. Maybe she can be saved. The sea calls to me and yearns for me. A thousand miles away I can hear her wailing for me, waiting to drag me into her depths. I used to be a little child, I didn’t play with fire then, I didn’t burn myself. But I started running and I found the cage and the child in me has changed. I began to dream and to cut the branches of my dreams, to grow new ones until the forest fires came. Nights are lonely without stars. And my windowsill is so high up. If the clouds could catch me and carry me away to halcyon dimensions. And I love life and I hate life and the world is spinning so fast. In the dark and night I can hear them cry...

We finally got our professional wedding pictures back! Let me share my favourites with you.

Dark. Complete darkness. Ice cold. Alone. No one around for years. Shining, glowing, getting weary of it. Will I end here alone? Being a star must be a lonely existence.

Sparks are flying through the warm summer night. The flames are dancing, reaching for the sky, trying to touch it. The stars and the moon shine silver light on your sun-burned skin, on the ebony hair, the masses of colourful cloth. The flames shine on your smooth skin, golden light on the dark caresses of sun. The music plays around your hips, around your strong frame, the notes lifting your beauty up to the sky. And your bare feet stepping strongly on the dust and soil, dancing away the night and the worries of the day, proclaiming the freedom of your soul.