A walk through the blooming forest at our garden cottage reminds me how much beauty there is in the ordinary. Wild roses, clovers, neighborly chats, and the joy of putting down roots right where we are.

This morning I didn’t feel like creating. I almost stayed in. But a patch of poppies changed everything. I pushed myself into a photo shoot—and it turned into a full day of photography, editing, and creative momentum. Sometimes showing up is the real work.

I finished my biggest knitting project of the year—a beautiful Artus shawl. But after months of slow, joyful work, I’m not sure I even like wearing it. This post is about the process, the disappointment, and choosing peace anyway.

We spent May 8th at the garden cottage, tending to weeds, painting trim, and raking grass clippings. It wasn’t a restful day, but it was full of meaning—shared work, small victories, and a growing garden full of future beauty.

A warm and restful weekend in Banská Štiavnica gave us just what we needed—sunny days, slow walks, and the joy of reconnecting after weeks of full schedules. A simple and beautiful spring escape.

A warm, reflective day with my dear friend Petronela in the spa town of Piešťany—a place filled with memories. We talked, rested, and remembered why friendship, in all its ups and downs, is one of God’s greatest gifts.

After a creative pause, I’m slowly returning to photography, film, and the joy of sharing. This post holds a glimpse of spring’s beauty, my blooming balcony garden, and two sentimental rolls of film that reminded me why I love what I do.

A long weekend filled with family, a return to my favorite Slovak town, an unexpected film camera, and an Easter celebration to remember. This post reflects on the quiet joys of Banská Štiavnica and the simple beauty of time well spent.

What started as a simple sewing day turned into something more tender. A conversation, a memory, and the ache of waiting reopened a quiet grief. In this post, I share how I chose Jesus in the middle of my pain—and how even heavy days can hold reminders of His promise.

A quiet day at home with my son turned into one of unexpected peace and creative movement. From making soup and designing a phonics book to rediscovering my lost Fujifilm settings, it was a day of small, sacred moments—each one reminding me that what matters most often happens off-screen.

A slow, windblown visit to our countryside cottage reminded me of how healing familiar places can be. Between painting the shed, dreaming of a garden, and walking a path I know well, I felt a quiet shift—a return to peace, presence, and the possibilities ahead.

This week I returned to black and white photography as a creative reset—embracing limitations to spark inspiration. I reflect on quiet moments at work, the unexpected joy of Teacher Appreciation Day in Slovakia, and a bundle of daffodils that may just become tomorrow’s muse. Sometimes, beauty hides in the soft spaces of our day—if we’re still enough to notice.

Feeling the shift from Instagram? In this reflective blog post, I share why I’m seeking new platforms for my creative work, the joy of finding my first four-leaf clover, and how I’m learning to embrace the repetition of everyday life with God.