Spring and summers are rolling around. The mountains while struggling with varied climates, are bursting into their many hued shades of brows, yellows, greens, reds... Nature at it's finest. Most summers, my phone and camera would be filled with photographs. Lovely no doubt, but a lot of them. This year somehow things are different. While a lot is being seen, not everything is being documented. At least not in a way that can be shared with the wider world. Some of it is just in my heart. Where I carry out silent conversations with the man. Talking about the interplay of light and shadows - his dear love. Showing them in places where one needs to stop, pause, slow down. and breathe. Yes, the tears flow. Every single time. Because missing him is such a constant that is hard to describe. Nature though as always forces its way in. With its light, its brightness, its vibrance, colours and life. Making one laugh out loud at its silliness and gasp at its beauty. An...