A road-trip into the wilderness of the south.

Whenever I return into the wilderness of the south, I always feel the same mystique sensation; a photographer's dreamscape. It's totally different than anything I have experienced before here in England. There is something about the soft light lying low over the series of tree tunnels and green fields continuously appearing around the province. Even the heaviest rain can seem irresistible blending with the blue dim light along the little picturesque villages that date hundreds and hundreds of years.

The coziness of a friendly country pub, the simplicity of the slow-living English style, the warmth of the villagers welcoming you in their peaceful cottages or into their old fashioned pubs. The quietness and stillness of nature. Enjoying a traditional Sunday roast with gravy and a pale ale during a grey rainy day while drying your wet clothes that got caught in the rain. Unlike most of people, I find peace in the rain. Nothing can boost my mood like rainy weather does! Moody skies and angry clouds with their sharp contrast are totally inspiring to my eye. I am falling in love with roofs, gateways, doors, gardens and scenic routes all over. Every single time! It makes me want to return into the wilderness of the slow-south, again and again...