It would be more helpful to you if you could write me and show me some of your pictures. I can give better tips that way :) Thank you so much for your kind words ♡
It’s really encouraging to have feedback like this. Thank you so much! :)
I have posted pictures from China and Thailand too. Thank you! :)
Thank you!!! Your feedback means a lot to me ❤
Thank you so much! :)
Thank you so much dear anon :)
Thank you! ❤️

Not really, I started to take landscape photos with my Canon PowerShot A300. But I must say that I have taken one picture on film when I was 14 years old, about a nun walking in a garden in Spain (it was rare to see nuns outside). So I guess this is my first landscape image ever :)
Hey thanks a lot!!! 👍
Thank you dear Moon. You looked amazing tonight ;)
Your so kind and heartfelt message brought tears in my eyes. I don’t know what to say, but thank you so much! This made my day. 💙
WE ARE THE BEST! ❤️ I am also a witch and a vampire goblin. I am only 2 feet in height but trust me, don’t come to my forest and piss me off. You people better not steal my goblin images. My redhead goblin gang will hunt you down in your dreams.
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Ihanaa olla sun idoli :D Ja mahtavaa kirjoittaa välillä suomea. Kiitos ihanasta viestistäsi, joka piristi mieltäni ja kivaa aurinkoista päivää!
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Thank you! Reflection of agony could be about depression. I haven’t explained my pictures often, but since you asked, I’ll try :) I wanted to describe that feeling when you try not to lose happiness about something that is important for you. The sky is beginning to lose its color, everything starts to freeze around you and what was warm before, will slowly turn to blue. When you think of agony, it could be monochrome, but I wanted to keep the colors, but make them look like they are fading. In life sorrow is not just ”black and white”, it’s more complex and it contains hopes and expectations.
When I took that picture, there wasn’t much ”beauty” in nature. Autumn was gone and Winter was coming; everything had stagnated. Only dark branches and their frozen reflection were stretching towards the dim light. It’s like when you reach out and try to get compassion from someone, but they don’t care about you. Eventually you have no other choice but to stop trying, stop fighting against the coldness and let it consume you. And all what is left is agony, the reflection of how you felt before you had to give up.