My neighbourhood park

Akadimia Park, Nicosia, Cyprus

When I’m feeling overwhelmed from anxiety, sadness, or just the buzz of life I go for a walk in the park. I watch the sunrays break through the trees, plants stretching toward the light, or a flower that seems to have appeared just to say hi. It’s simple, it’s nice, and it makes me feel good. Clears my head.

I try not to take things for granted. I really love my little neighbourhood park.

There’s comfort in these floral explorations. I can’t quite put my finger on why the process and result feel so rewarding, there’s no inner logic, it’s more like a rhythm. I get tangled in that rhythm more than in the act of photography itself. And there’s something about documenting these otherwise irrelevant moments of beauty. We say we love our park, but it’s not like we notice every single blade of grass. It’s either the whole of it or nothing. Yet this process makes me feel like the park, and all the plants that give it life, are truly seen.

I guess this is just a weird tangent, but I do love my neighborhood park.
And who knows, maybe this could grow into something more, ‘The Rhythm of Small Things’, a possible future exploration project.