When I get fed up with people around me, I turn to nature. I love the smell of grass and flowers. Their colours will never bore me; but, people do.
I hate to deal with things I have to deal with every day. Nevertheless, I have an outlet to escape - to my world of colours- to make me smile.

I can't paint but I love to capture. To capture the quiescence and glow of nature is what I long to do.

Nature has strong therapeutic effects on me. Whenever I feel down, I'll go to it to nurse my wounds. The smell of grass and the cool breeze in the morning have the best cleansing effect on my mind. They clear away my woes.

The ugliness of greed and power struggle suffocates me. How I wish the scent of nature would creep in and resuscitate the dying me. How I wish I would be able to stay away from the bunch of power crazy homo sapiens! I think in order to restore the beauty of nature, one should steer clear from this bunch of homo sapiens, who are not only disruptive but also very destructive to the environment.